When it comes to Martin I feel like a proud parent. Actually strike that, I'm thoroughly embarrassed he was ours first. Martin is like the kid who was the teacher's pet in high school, got good grades, then went off to college where his grades started slipping and started listening to Marilyn Manson (or whatever it is the kids listen to these days). Now he's transfering from college trying to find the major that is right for him.
Surprisingly the Cowboys will only be Martin's third team (I could have sworn it was more). Which means Dallas is about go through the Martin Experience. It begins with a couple of impressive kicking perfomances, followed by a few of the ugliest tackling attempts you have ever seen and ends with the entire fan base calling for Martin's head on a pike.
Enjoy the Martin Experience Cowboys fans.