The 1995 Cowboys Super Bowl Secret: Skanks, Drugs and Booze!

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The 1995 Cowboys Super Bowl Secret: Skanks, Drugs and Booze!

 
Barry Switzer helped turn the week leading up to Super Bowl XXX into Animal House.

Author Jeff Pearlman has just released a book entitled "Boys Will Be Boys." The book is an up close and personal look at the Dallas Cowboys during their glory days in the early 90's both on and off the field. Of course, we have all heard the stories of how crazy this team was off the field but this book gives actual accounts and from the exerts I've seen, it's must read material. You can read the entire exert released to the media by clicking HERE.

I read through the material and it was hard to pick out my favorite part but I've settled on this hilarious nugget:

The Cowboy who partied the hardest, the longest, the latest was not Irvin or Sanders or Newton or Lett but Barry Switzer, 58-year-old night owl. The Cowboy coach transformed his two-bedroom suite into a 24-hour rave, with an endless stream of family members, friends, confidants and strangers. "You have to understand the scene," says Michael Silver, the former Sports Illustrated scribe who spent much of the week alongside Switzer. "Barry basically decided, 'OK, this is the only time I'll ever be at a Super Bowl and I'm going to live it up.' So he called everyone he knew and said, 'C'mon, we're all going to the Super Bowl!'" Along for the ride were�among others�Switzer's three children, his girlfriend Becky Buwick, his ex-wife Kay (the two women shared a room) and a never-ending conga line of former Oklahoma players, coaches and boosters. The end-of-the-week liquor bill exceeded $100,000.

On the night following the team's arrival in Tempe, Switzer and a slew of assistant coaches and players attended a Super Bowl party beneath an enormous outdoor tent. Switzer and Larry Lacewell, the Cowboys' director of pro and college scouting (and the man whose wife Switzer once slept with), downed shots until both were stumbling around like kangaroos atop surfboards. Silver was minding his own business when he turned and spotted Switzer furiously kicking with his right foot. "What the f**k are you doing?" Silver asked. Upon stepping closer, Silver saw that Switzer was actually booting Lacewell, who was trying to urinate beneath a wood deck. "Barry was getting Larry to piss all over himself," says Silver. "Urine everywhere." Done harassing his friend, Switzer stumbled to the dance floor and began hyperactively shaking his body�a la Pee Wee Herman. Nearby Emmitt Smith was grooving the night away, showing off the moves that, a decade later, would make him a champion on Dancing With the Stars, when he caught a glimpse of Switzer. "Emmitt can't believe what he's seeing," says Silver. "He just stops and stares at Switzer, and his jaw drops. He just gets this look on his face that I can only describe as 'Oh my God, my coach is f**king crazy!'"

Switzer's week was one uproarious blur�a little bit of football (Steelers? What Steelers?) mixed in with a whole lot of debauchery. On the night of Friday, January 26, less than 48 hours before kickoff, Switzer hosted his dream party in Suite 4000 at The Buttes�his suite. With his son Greg, a trained classical pianist, jamming away on the room's black Steinway, Switzer led an obnoxious, infectious, inebriated sing-along of Ray Charles' What'd I Say. Instead of repeating Charles' lyrics, however, Switzer and Co. filled in their own words�praising Jerry Jones, mocking Jimmy Johnson.

Tell your mama, tell your pa
I'm gonna send Jimmy back to Arkansas
Oh yes, ma'm, Jimmy don't do right, don't do right
Aw, play it boy
When you see him in misery
Cause Jimmy f**kin' sucks on TV
Now yeah, all right, all right, aw play it, boy

"I didn't know if we'd win or lose the Super Bowl," says Switzer. "But I knew I was gonna have one helluva week. You don't reach the heights and then play it down. You make the moments memorable."

Classic. Can you imagine how good this team had to be to win a Super Bowl with this clown at the helm? I just bought the book myself so you know it must be entertaining because the last book I read was Catcher in the Rye back in 10th grade. How 'bout them Cowboys!

  • Wow pretty crazy stuff. I remember my father always used to tell me that when Jones hired Switzer he set out to do one thing. To prove that any fool could when with the team that had been built.

  • Imagine the ENDLESS smoking hot ho's.........good stuff......:)

  • Imagine the ENDLESS smoking hot ho's.........good stuff......:)

  • This isn't a secret Carpet Dave but it's great to get specifics on things. Again, when you can get me to read a book, that's some good stuff. lol

  • Great stuff. Makes me love my Boys even more.

  • I wouldn't say it's necessarily a secret TR.

  • Tom,

    I read the extended exerpt.  Great stuff about Larry Brown.

    And who knew that "North Dallas Forty" was a documantary?