The Dallas Cowboys are in for a fight of the century. Tony Romo will lead as captain, and charge into the final act.
Better buckle up; it’s going to be a cold and bumpy ride.
Up until this point, The Cowboy Franchise has experienced a cyclical nature of success through the decades. The Cowboys are always relevant. People know that big blue star. They know the cheerleaders. The uniforms are distinguishable. Now there is a billion dollar stadium to call home.
Sounds all nice and Disney like. Makes you want to hug your neighbor, right? Not so fast.
All is at stake. War is coming. But hey, let’s duct tape the offensive line and call it a fight. Get real. Tony Romo is for real. He needs to be. There’s no place to run anymore. No place to hide. From this point on, it’s either a Super Bowl win or nothing.
And that’s how it should be.
This isn’t a time for weak men. When you shell out that kind of coin for a soon to be 33-year old quarterback, there’s no time for prayer. This is business. This is serious. This is a fight to the death.
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It’s only fitting that Tony Romo return to The Cowboys. Hey, he could of easily pulled a cry baby and did a Carson Palmer trick. But he didn’t. He stayed home. He took the much harder route — remain in the spotlight of The Cowboys and take on all the expectations and criticism.
Fate called upon Tony Romo. He went undrafted and was signed as a free agent. (I don’t know about you, but I had no clue who he was other than the third quarterback.) He stuck around only to see a laundry list of other quarterbacks play ahead of him. Players like Drew Henson, Drew Bledsoe, and Quincy Carter did all they could but could never deterge the franchise into a winning one.
Not like Tony Romo did.
The dude wasn’t another band-aid. He was the quarterback that stuck around; who worked hard and shined when he was called on. There’s nothing like a home grown, featured franchise quarterback on your roster. Nothing. Want him. Need him. Use him. Let this final fight come to him.
Tony Romo deserves this battle; this final crusade; this personal war he started. He earned the right to author his own ending. It’s simple: either he heals all wounds or we witness him fall and fail. Nothing academic about this narrative. Kill or be killed.
Just as fate hand-picked Tony, it seems as though it picked him to fail; to be laughed at and riducled. Hail to the thief. Now Romo must rise and challenge his own fate.
Tony Romo’s right-hand will dicate everything. It will prove right from wrong in the decisions of his managers. Either the franchise survives by Romo’s play and maintains status quo, or it crumbles and is remembered as the fake empire.
The great war is going to get nasty. Harsh words will fly. Players and coaches will be tested. Scars are expected. Time is dancing and fate wants to play. Time to suit up. The Dallas Cowboys must battle. And their Captain must save his best fight last.
Take caution. When the clouds outside go dark, have candles ready for a power outage. Check the batteries in the flashlight. Full the tub with water. Check on your neighbors.
A storm is coming.