Christmas in Dallas

Ok, the Cowboys didn't play yesterday. They're not the buzz this morning. The buzz this morning is Reche Caldwell's bizarrely wide open eyes that made it appear as if he were freebasing Red Bull on the sidelines, and Chris Simms's spleen. (You can rotate a virtual spleen here.)

But this video of bopping, besweatered Cowboys, warbling an ode to their city, post-lobotomy (courtsey of KnowYourDallasCowboys.com), is so heart-warmingly tremendous that it must be posted immediately. My memory is too fleeting to recall many of these Cowboys faces from yesteryear (help?), but there's still so much to love. The synthesized opening that sounds like the 1986 version of "One Shining Moment." The gratuitous headphone shots. The feathered hair. The sunglasses and popped collars. The non-ironic trucker hat. The feathered hair. The fact that the Cowboys are singing a song about Christmas in Dallas, arguably the NFL city any rational person would least like to spend Christmas in (with apologies to Houston). The player's son who tries to kiss his brother on the lips. The feathered hair.

This ought to make any Redskins fan a heck of a lot happier than 22 consecutive completions.