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Ah, the Cowboys dynasty lives on.
on a side note, my mom worked with this lady who's son played in the NFL. he was a cornerback for the Raiders named Elvis Patterson. The guy was my hero growing up. He use to send me jerseys and shit and eventually I started playing cornerback, just like him. He ended up making it to the Cowboys during the superbowl years and I guess America's Team rubbed off on him, because he was arrested for beating a prostitute and for having coke.
I never heard from him again.
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