This will not end well.
I can see it. The landing. The crash. Devastation waits ahead.
The Cowboys are at it again. They’re doing that thing where they stroll us along long enough to capture our attention. Our hearts. Of course, we care. We watch. We cheer. We can’t look away.
But it’s coming. You know it. You felt it last Sunday minutes before Tony Romo tossed the go-ahead touchdown win to Dwayne Harris.
You brace yourself. You prepare. You hold your breath, and imagine how the team will find a way to lose. Because they do. And they will.
The Cowboys are swimming in murky water. As hard as they fight, and as much effort as they put forth, a collapse is imminent. We have seen this act before: Dallas fights out of the murky water only to find themselves in worse conditions.
This is an average team built around a circus of fun. Winning isn’t a priority. Getting high off television ratings? Yes. Worrying about selling seats? Containing “America’s Team” title? Remaining relevant?
Yes, of course, a priority.
While these action items sit towards the top for general manager Jerry Jones, the flaws of this team is obvious to the common eye.
With the worse defense in the league, the Cowboys are inviting NFL Films in to record highlight reels for the rest of the year. Four quarterbacks have already surpassed 400 yards passing.
Dallas heads to New Orleans next. Drew Brees is showering in holy water for his rebirth.
Former defensive coordinator Rob Ryan waits. Hungry. And angry. While he’ll want to prove himself to the Cowboys, his cancellation and the hiring of Monte Kiffin is looking more like a mistake each week.
Even Jerry Jones looks like he has diarrhea these days.
The Cowboys could not make the Vikings look bad. Quarterback Christian Ponder looked decent. Adrian Peterson rushed for 140 yards on 25 carries. The Cowboys are letting teams pile up stats on the ground and air quicker than FedEx.
Adding more dirt and grime to the murky water is the running game. Or does one even exist? That’s an issue going into the second year now. More power to opposing defenses. Give the wide receivers some cushion. Breathe down Romo’s neck.
He’s going to throw. To stay in the game. To win. Because this offense is one-dimensional, and worse — predictable.
But a win is a win? Only, it’s not. It’s a curtain. When it comes up again this Sunday, the scars, the bruises, and of course, the flaws, will be right there.