Minutes after the game ended, the media scrambled voices and words together in absolute admiration for number nine. Yet, less than seven days ago, they were busy roasting him for dinner.
He was the villain. This is what Tony does. He has the propensity to throw interceptions inside three minutes of the fourth quarter. Get rid of him. And pull more stats justifying why.
No problem, it’ll be done.
For Tony Romo, it’ll never be fair. Never. Even with a herniated disk in the lumbar region, which calls for surgery (3-4 month healing time window).
But on a day that clocked in at December, statics, injuries, and emotions didn’t matter. Not for Tony. All that mattered was a win.
A win that didn’t come easy. Not against a crowd treating the game like their Super Bowl. A crowd yelling to spoil dreams. A crowd yelling for a soon to retire London Fletcher (LB).
But Tony Romo, did it. Despite the loud world. Despite the limp. Despite the back.
He was the hero. This is what Tony does. He has the propensity to throw touchdowns inside the three-minute mark of the fourth quarter. Keep him. And pull more stats justifying why.
And with all that poppycock swirling around, the fat lady, waiting for the world to make up their mind, has decided to quit her job. For good.
Now is Tony’s chance. Suit up. Please.