My grandmother, Janet Bludworth, died today. “Nanny” was one of my best friends and the funniest person I know. She also was the biggest Dallas Cowboys fan I know.
She loved Aikman. She loved Emmitt. She loved Staubach, Romo, White, Tom Landry. All of them. She did not love Barry Switzer. She always called him “Swisher” because he was always “swishing around the sidelines.” I don’t know what that means.
For Christmas one year, the only thing she wanted was a “Triplets” T-shirt with Aikman, Smith and Irvin on it. She loved it so much she told me she wants it in her casket when she is buried.
She would get so nervous during close games she would just turn off the TV and then call me to find out what happened.
Some people say that sports are pointless. To a certain extent, I guess they are. But sports are the reason I have the memory of sitting with Nanny at Texas Stadium in the players’ wives’ section as Jason Garrett beat Brett Favre. Sports are the reason Nanny called me crying the day Troy Aikman retired. One of the last times I saw her we watched the Cowboys hand the Saints their first loss of the season.
Sports give us a reason to cheer. A reason to hug. To high five. I knew I could always make her laugh if I yelled out, “How ‘bout them Cowboys!”
At my wedding, she told the story of the time I called her and acted like Jerry Jones and told I her I needed her to be an usher on Sunday. She bought it all the way. And my Jerry Jones impression isn’t that great.
There is an old story she told me several times about former Cowboy Don Meredith being on a plane when it hit some turbulence. The passengers thought the plane was going down. Meredith’s response to the possible death was, “It’s been a good’un!” She loved that story and laughed every time she told it.
When former Cowboys linebacker D.D. Lewis was asked why there was a hole in the roof of the old Texas Stadium, he said, “So God can watch his team.”
I went to the new Cowboys Stadium for the NBA All-Star game recently and it is gorgeous. Some might even call it heaven for football fans. I looked to the roof and noticed it’s retractable. I’m going to need a favor from Jerry Jones this season. I need him to open the roof because God now has a companion to watch the games with.
And if I could talk to Nanny right now, I know what she would say: “It’s been a good’un!”
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