We live in the past.
The glory days, are our days. Our memories. Our evidence and defense for the dog days of losing. Those years, we say, were the years we soared. The years the team had wings.
Those were the years The Dallas Cowboys knew how to fly.
That was a long time ago. Be straight up about this. Face it. The organization has been grounded with a long delay. A two decade delay really.
Holding a recent brain scan, Jerry Jones, as evidence that you are still young and capable does not prove smarts and competence exists in you. Sorry. When you replay your greatest hits collection before going to bed each night you know, well, ah, um… time has passed by a bit.
The Dallas Cowboys do not enter September as the team to beat. Nor the favorite. Nor the best. This team may lack in flying skills, but they are a team of swimmers. Runners. Survivors.
That’s the team motto — survivors. They got the motto last year.
There were several experiences from last season to carry into this one. Like that this team can compete with band-aids. With unknowns. With no names.
Like that making a field goal against the eventual Super Bowl Champions with time expiring gets you in the tournament.
Like knowing that the difference between the playoffs and no playoffs is Dez Bryant’s two fingers. (Trim your nails, boy.)
It’s also good to remember that Tony Romo can survive — and strive — without protection. Or a running game. Or stable play-calling.
Maybe this movie never really ended last season. Maybe this is the beginning of the sequel. Part two. Another chance. Another day to fight. To compete. Another chance to fly. A chance to make unbelievers into believers.
Maybe this is the year the Cowboys grow up and stop acting like an average team. Maybe this is the year the stars repair, and hopefully, align.
Perhaps this is the sequel where Jason Garrett mimics Al Pacino’s performance in the movie Any Given Sunday and gives one of those brilliant, life altering speeches.
And then like “Steamin” Willie Beamen (Played by Jamie Fox), Tony Romo, like Willie, comes out as the backup quarterback but finishes as the starter with a playoff win. Or two.
Maybe this is the year we learn and accept that the best flying days are over. There’s nothing wrong with swimmers and runners. They too, can win. Maybe this is one of those years.
Maybe this is the year the runners catch and kill the other birds. Maybe this is the year the Cowboys fall off the cliff and learn not to land.
Maybe this is that year.