Here we go. It is the eve of the first game of the season. The most promising day of the year we have had in a while.  I couldn’t be more excited. I’ll wake up early and watch all the pre-game coverage even though the Cowboys don’t kick off until Sunday night.  I don’t know what to think, I hope I am this excited next Saturday night.

Are we rebuilding or building on 2009? As a fan, I am not really sure.  I hope that the new young offensive line fits perfectly with a big part of Jason Garrett’s philosophy to win now. I hope the injuries from the that last week turn out to be incidental.  I hope that Rob Ryan is the real deal and has our team disguising our defensive calls for the first time in a decade.  I hope our kicks are straight and long.  I hope the new culture will eliminate the useless and careless drive-killing penalties.  I Hope. 

I find I’m so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it is the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.