Post by Jeff EdwardsCowboy
sightings were also quite common at the Cowboys Cafe up on Macarthur near
the team HQ, as well as at the Coppell Deli.
I worked there as a barback (ie, lowest man on the totem pole) so I
spent many, many late nights cleaning up after the football groupies, the
drunken sports fans trying to steal the helmets, the coked up corporate
marketing chicks*, the sidewalk drug deals, and the players that treated
their wives poorly or quite well, depending.
Unfailingly nice to everyone:
Emmett. Kind, patient, generous with fans.
Nice to me, some co-workers didn't agree:
Leon Lett, although he got in my way behind the bar.
Dickheads that I wouldn't piss on if they were on fire:
Tony Dorsett (part owner of the cafe by that time, IIRC)
Michael Irvin
Jimmy Johnson
Later when I opened the La Mad in North Arlington, Troy would come
in from time to time (as would Jane McGarry, sp?) because no one would
bother them there.
*You do NOT want to spend your evenings cleaning up the bathrooms
after a herd of coked up marketing chicks camps out there half the
night.