Sometimes I think Tony Romo wishes he could fly on Sundays. Wouldn’t that be something? Right tackle Doug Free could just stand there and wave to his mom.
Say what you will about the starting quarterback, but we can’t deny is his ability to elude defenses with his shiftiness. But Tony Romo, who turns 33 in April, can’t escape time.
Neither can Owner and General Manager Jerry Jones. It doesn’t matter how large his bank account gets; he can’t pay for time. It’s expiring. He knows it.
We all know it. We are closer to the end than the beginning.
The era for this group of Cowboys is coming to a close. They are in the final stages of their professional careers.
Why so sad about it?
I’ll tell you why: You are sad about it because it’s very possible that this story ends without a proper ending. So far it hasn’t. When you have Hall of Fame players (Witten, Ware) playing on your team with other talented players, you get results.
Something special is suppose to happen.
But it hasn’t. The story ends the same way every year. Promises are made for change. (For The Dallas Cowboys, the more things change, the more it stays the same.)
The truth is The Cowboys aren’t dipping their hands in the fountain of youth. Time is passing! Wake up! Somebody! Please! Because if we don’t realize the recycle of this narrative, we are doomed to repeat ourselves like a terrible nightmare spread over several sleepless nights.
Tony Romo doesn’t need to fly on Sundays. He doesn’t need to dip his hand in the fountain of youth. This team can be fixed. It’s not too late to pen a new narrative.
Tony Romo and The Dallas Cowboys may never find Neverland. The next best story is for the quarterback to win the Super Bowl and go to Disney World.