If I were a Klingon – and believe me, I sure as hell feel like one right now – I'd have Batleth swinging at every person of note in Dallas and on the Cowboys team who has dared to shame what remaining greatness and pride the Cowboys fans and players have.
At the thought of these travesties, one image comes to mind: the scene in "Braveheart" where William Wallace rides his horse into a turncoats bedroom late at night and plants his steel mace into the chicken-shit's skull.
No other team in the history of the NFL has ever gotten down on their knees, mouth wide open to a rival. You know what I'm inferring.
As for the Mayor pro temp of Dallas: start looking for another job, you jerk!