This one was for the fans.
Next one is for the Dallas Cowboys. And for Tony Romo, if he can bare the back injury for one more week.
Let us hope.
Dallas 24, Washington 23. Politely ask the fat lady to hold on. It’s not her time. Not quite yet, anyways.
And on a rainy day, with emotions running high in Landover, MD, the fat lady should know better than to get dressed. The Cowboys got a better date. No fence.
That’s how the “show” goes.
At 8-7, now, facing another 8-8 finish, and a third straight year at a winner take all Week 17 sweepstakes, Dallas deserves to be there. More than the New York Giants. More than the Washington Redskins.
It’s their narrative, their genetic makeup, their style. It’s the way they do drama in Dallas. The story wouldn’t be interesting any other way.
Even NBC was sitting nearby jittery — hoping for Tony Romo to pull one out so they could flex the finale into primetime. And they did.
Speaking of quarterback Tony Romo, it’s perfectly okay to love and hate him. Sometimes he doesn’t show up, and tosses the ball to the wrong jersey. Sometimes, though, you just wanna run out to the field and hug the guy.
Today, I’m sure, you’d like to do the latter.
And, I’m very sure, he wouldn’t mind it. Not one bit.
Especially after that performance — playing hurt from toe to back. We all could use a hug after murmurs of Tony Romo’s injury.
Will he play? Will he not? Love me yes, or love me not?