I must confess, I don’t know what to write about. Yes, that’s odd. There is a ton to talk about.
Maybe its emotional drain. Or maybe it’s a mental conflict.
On one hand, I’d like to sample a few players and play the blame game. On the other hand, I’d like to celebrate the good things the Dallas Cowboys achieved last Sunday facing the Denver Broncos.
Let’s be real here: many had the Cowboys entering this game as if it was their funeral.
Not the case. A 51-48 losing effort is anything but a funeral.
Look at it from that hand. There’s 16 games (11 more from this point) left in the season. So what do we know now about this team five games in? Well, how about that this squad is better than the team last year.
Nobody can deny that. Just ask the walking legend, future Hall of Fame inductee, Peyton Manning.
And that my friend, is worth talking about.
But so is that “throw.”
My Head Is An Animal
Tony Romo was a god for 57 minutes. (Haters may vomit now.) You can see where I am going with this, right?
57 is not the new 60.
Tony Romo was never meant to attempt that pass. Never. But fate is fate. And the narrative doesn’t change until you win.
Sure, there’s blame to go around. Shouldn’t you blame the defense? Yes, they could have played a little better.
Blame grandpa Monte Kiffin? Yes, there’s some blame his way too.
DeMarco Murray? How about him? Yes, the running game stalled. Add him in the blame mix too.
Listen. I make no apologies: Tony Romo deserves his share of the blame. Absolutely. You don’t make that throw. Never. Check it down. Murray was there. Take a page from Peyton Manning — he did it all day with running back Knowshon Moreno.
His lone interception hurt; it wiped the god like smile. Ending the day with five touchdowns, 506 passing yards, and a quarterback rating of 140.0 does not come easy. It was a thrill. A privilege to watch.
It was the day Aikman, Staubach, White, and Meredith opened the gates to welcome Romo in.
But then the doubt. That cloud. There’s still the last two minutes of regulation.
Interception. Close the gates.
Where Romo goes, Dallas goes. That’s what the 33-year old got paid to do.
This is a quarterback driven league. The quarterback is the most important piece. More so in Dallas with its spotlight. And fair or not, the reality is brilliant stats mean nothing if you lose.
It’s in those final minutes when quarterbacks mutate into divine beings. But Tony Romo, once again, showed how human he really is.