I normally wouldn't do this sort of thing(post a joke, particularly one sports-related), but I had to make an exception because this is so deliciously illustrative of the humility and modesty of Dallas Cowboys fans. Then again, as I always say: it ain't braggin' if it's true. Careful not to let any foamy flying spittle sully your lapels, kids.
Brett Favre, after living a full life, died. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Packers' flag in the window.
"This house is yours for eternity, Brett," said God. "This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here."
Brett felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house.
On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a blue and silver sidewalk, a 50 foot tall flagpole with an enormous Dallas Cowboys' flag, and in every window a Cowboys silver star.
Brett looked at God and said, "God, I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question. I was an all-pro QB, I won 2 Super Bowls, and I even went to the Hall of Fame."
God said, "So what do you want to know, Brett?"
"Well, why does Tony Romo get a better house than me?"
God chuckled and said, "Brett, that's not Tony Romo's house; it's mine."
...and speaking of things sports-- if team names connote bad-assery and sheer staying power, why haven't there been teams named Pigeons, Grackles and Cockroaches? They're the real success stories on our planet, after all...