I stopped going to bars about 5 years ago, but I went to Cowboys alot when I was younger.
I remember getting into a drag it out nasty fight upstairs, getting escorted out with my opponent and starting the festivities up again down the street. The first real broken bone that wasn't hockey related was two broken knuckles.
I remember the handfull of girls that were just way too easy, maybe it was .25 cent beer night.
Some of the awful concerts, Vanilla Ice played there, Haywire, Loverboy.
It went from being a decent bar to a dirtbag motel, which surprised me.
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