This is true.

That's not saying much though. I'll take a steaming pile of **** over a Cowboys fan. Actually a steaming pile of **** on a Cowboys fan won't change the stench.

Mike

I can't help but think of "Brokeback Mountain" when I read this...
don't know why?

Falcons fan > Bears fan

You at barksdale?

The Texan dudes in the row behind us were pretty nice, but when they scored the first touchdown and went up 7-0 they were suddenly yelling "Super Bowl! Texans in the Super Bowl!" and I was like, "look man -- the Saints offense hasn't even touched the ball yet, and you're talking about the Super Bowl now? It's first quarter, you haven't won anything YET." I felt like the Texan fans I personally ran across, were maybe a little bit full of themselves, high on the horse -- they thought they were these world-beaters when they haven't really won anything yet. Oh except beating a Peyton-less Colts and the 0-3 Dolphins. Due to our questionable defense, I kept my own trash-talking to a minimum, but I tried to explain to these dudes that this game was four quarters long...definitely no more chatter from them about the Super Bowl in the 4th quarter, LOL.

When that freak play where ball bounced into Kevin Walters hands and he scored ...which was right in front of us...they thought they had it won..there was a guy in Cowgirls jersey and cap screaming for the Texans right behind me..i did turn around and tell him to shut up..talk about one confused SOB....lol

Nope. Just living quietly up here in Shreveport.

you got that right, this cowboy fans are, for the most part, very obnoxious, I should know, I live right in the heart of cowgirl country. Geaux Saints.

I was glad to hear that most experiences folks had w/ the Texan fans were good. We had some similar to the above comment near us. They were OK, not bad, not good. But whenever anything good happened for Houston, they would start obnoxiously chanting "stand up and get crunk", which hacked me off a bit. By the 4th quarter, they were talking so much smack I couldn't take it anymore. I gambled, and screamed something to the effect of, "It's the 4th quarter...still plenty of time for ya boy Kubiak to choke." I am glad it worked out because I knew I opened up a can of worms.