If you are going to sport Michael Irvin‘s number, you better bring the fire. That number 88 is essential to the Dallas fabric. You’ve got to represent.
CeeDee Lamb did not do this when it mattered most. Now, I know I’m going to get flack for this. But I don’t care.
Fans do nothing but kiss the ground he walks on. I’m flat out sick of it. I see the talent. I see why the owner and general manager, Jerry Jones, forced him to sport no. 88. I get it.
But you have to earn that jersey! CeeDee Lamb did not do this so far! Outside of a brilliant acrobatic catch in Minnesota, and some nice scores here and there, what has he done? Where did he go in the fourth quarter?
Down 23-19, the Cowboys had 2nd and goal. Quarterback Andy Dalton dropped a loaf of bread into his hands near the right hash. At the very least, the Cowboys are looking at a manageable 3rd and goal inside the 10. At the very best, Lamb scores or brings his team within five yards of a touchdown.
And what does he do? He drops it. Excuse me?
Now everyone is scared to call him out, but are happy to discredit Andy Dalton for lofting up a Hail Mary into the air the very next play. Had Lamb caught that pass in the previous play (because if we are honest here a first-round receiver should have), Dallas has a plethora of options in the playbook for a goal-line attack.
But no, he dropped it. When Dallas needed him. When offensive coordinator Kellen Moore needed him so that the playbook opens up for the following play. Not to mention placing the Giants defense on their heels.
Dropped. Choked. And suddenly everyone is a saint and can’t call the rookie out. Get out of here. Bah! Humbug!