Am sitting in the Philadelphia Omni as we speak, having spent a portion of today as a guest on the TV show, Daily News Live. Was fun, but I’m exhausted. Did nine or ten Cowboy-related radio and TV interviews today. Great for the book, bad for my sanity. One can only tell a story so many times before his brain literally melts and oozes from his ear. I’m near the point.
Hence, I’m gonna turn today’s blog over to my old pal Lisa Fishberg, with whom I attended Mahopac High School back in the day. Lisa e-mailed me recently to tell me a story of her lone Troy Aikman encounter. I found it quite funny—and even a tad telling …
I have a funny Dallas Cowboys story – In 1993, I was in Daytona Beach for Spring Break. The group of guys I was with was going gaga over the fact that Troy Aikman was hanging out at some outdoor bar, but none of them would approach him. I had no such qualms. I had a little nerf-like football and walked up to Troy Aikman and his buddy – another huge guy. I asked in my sweetest coed way, “Mr. Aikman, would you mind signing my football?†He took the football and responded, “Sure, hon. Except, I’m not Troy Aikman. He is.†And he pointed to his buddy. So the real Troy Aikman and his friend had a big laugh at my expense. Aikman took the football and asked me if I had any idea who he is. I told him that I knew he was a quarterback, I thought for Dallas, but that as a Giants fan I didn’t like Dallas. He signed my football “John Elway #7.â€
