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Pop sits alone in the theater/TV-room, shouting his Cowboys on, in what looks like a losing effort against the New Orleans Saints.
Monk was a little tempted to tune in, too. Both of these teams go back to Monk's childhood and teenage years, when he loved following the football games and the Cowboys. But much of the league ceased to be comprehensible to him long ago, with Panthers, Elks, or whatever joining the rosters, and it no longer felt real to him. Funny, that's kinda what happened to life, in general.
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Pop sits alone in the theater/TV-room, shouting his Cowboys on, in what looks like a losing effort against the New Orleans Saints.
Monk was a little tempted to tune in, too. Both of these teams go back to Monk's childhood and teenage years, when he loved following the football games and the Cowboys. But much of the league ceased to be comprehensible to him long ago, with Panthers, Elks, or whatever joining the rosters, and it no longer felt real to him. Funny, that's kinda what happened to life, in general.
