JERRY'S HOUSE

You wanna talk about a construction job? How about Jerry's house....or, as we refer to it here in the metroplex....JERRY WORLD. Jerry threw a party last night to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Dallas Cowboys, Emmitt Smith's induction into the Football Hall of Fame and Super Bowl XLV, which will be held in Cowboy Stadium next February.

Tex and I have not done one fun thing since April and we live five miles from Jerry's house as the crow flies, 7 miles if you drive. So, we decided that we would go to Jerry's party. Hey, I might glean some decorating tips from Jerry. Ya just never know!

Here is the top of the beast from I-30.


We had floor tickets and decided to walk down to our seats instead of taking the elevators. Glad it was downhill. We must have walked about 7 of these long ramps, took a curve and another ramp loomed.

Whadda ya think? Do I want Jerry White for my walls or Jerry Concrete for my floors?

Ooops. Got these pictures out of order. We took this picture from up top before we descended into the bowels of Jerry World. See the turquoise strip at the top of the picture? That is the bottom of the jumbotron. We learned that the cost of the jumbotron was more than the total cost of the old stadium.

Our seats on the floor were the third section back, center. We couldn't see the jumbotrom. Our big screen was the smaller screen at the back of the stage.

A closeup of the monster screen.

Finally, the place filled up and the countdown started.

The iconic Van Cliburn, our own Texas treasure, played "The Star-Spangled Banner" like I've never heard it played before. In these pictures below, if you look to the bottom right, that is where you will see on stage what is displayed on the big screen.

Then came "America the Beautiful" sung by NFL Players Gospel Choir. They were GOOOD!

Next on the program was Roger Staubach. I once sat across the aisle from Roger on an airplane. I was so close to him that I could see he was writing a note to Randy White who had just retired, not that I was looking or anything. I went into the bathroom immediately after Roger came out and the scent of his cologne was heavy in the air and it was WONDERFUL, not that I was stalking Roger or anything.

After my pal Roger spoke, here came Tony Dorsett, Charles Haley, Darren Woodson, Larry Brown and then, my dear friends, THE STAR OF THE SHOW IN HIS OWN MIND........MR. JERRY JONES!

Ooooh, boy. He didn't look too good. I would have loved to have seen his face on that jumbotron. It was bad enough on the big screen we were viewing. The man's face was haggard. He looked like a male me!

And, he was the worst dressed person on stage all night. He had on a sport coat that looked too big for him. His shirt collar had a life of its own. It stuck out and up way too much. He would have looked much better if he'd come out sans the jacket in just the shirt and the jeans. Notice that his shirt was not tucked in. You can't see it in these pictures, but the shirt was unbuttoned about three buttons down.

Somebody get the whip. "Down, damn collar, down!"

Really, truly. If this man had been stripped of his Super Bowl ring, his expensive but ill fitting clothes, and put out on the street in front of the stadium, you would have thought he was a homeless person. He looked awful.

The last of the football stars to speak was my favorite.....Emmitt. (Even tho I do love Roger) I've loved watching No. 22 play from his rookie year with the Cowboys until he retired. Tex got to go to training camp Emmitt's second season and got to have lunch with Emmitt. We have a picture of Tex sitting across the table from a very young Emmitt. Hey, Tex was younger then, too!

So, Emmitt was last and he got to kick off the main event. He introduced the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Gawd. I thought we might be able to get through a Cowboys event without them. Not so. Here they are shaking their hair. My, how talented. The music was getting louder and louder. I could tell we were building up to something.

They did two numbers, routines, or whatever it is you call what they do. The music was getting REALLY loud. All my internal organs were vibrating and my liver has not quit quivering almost 24 hours later. Here is a nice picture of their rears as they pranced back up to the stage and peeled off to each side.

Down the stairs....in the center....here he came....the main attraction, Tim McGraw.

Tex and I stayed for a while and enjoyed his performance, even though he wasn't the main reason we went to the shindig. We just wanted to see the place and get decorating tips. Can't say that worked out. I learned that I don't like blue and silver or Jerry White or Jerry Concrete. We left early to avoid the gridlock in the parking lot. Here is a shot of the jumbotron on our way out.

When we got out to the parking lot we both realized that we could hardly hear. Our ears were hurting. Tex and I may not only be too old to build a house, I think we have officially attended our last concert!

So, last night we got home late after our big night out. We had to get up early this morning to make the two-hour trip out to the ranch to see the samples of the stained concrete (I was so relieved to not see Jerry Concrete!) and to meet with the electrician for the final walk-through before it all gets enclosed in the foam insulation.

Nothing has changed from the last pictures out there. The torrential rains this past week held them up some and they are now finishing up the roof. This next week they will be putting up the stone.

I promise that the next post will have new pictures of the house at 7R. I will not post pictures of Texas Stadium, Texas Motor Speedway, Billy Bob's, Bass Hall, Bass Pro, Cabela's or DFW Airport!

Nervous Nellie