This is the first time that I haven't been anxious before a Cowboy game since the Campo era, because back then there was nothing to get excited about. Usually I can't eat all day until after the game, I pace my living room endlessly before kickoff, and smoke about a pack of cigarettes over the course of the game. But today that feeling has left me. I guess it's because I know deep down that the season has entered an experimental phase, and as much as we'd all like to believe we have a chance the playoffs are a stretch at this point. I'm all over the Romo bandwagon and pray to God he excels, but this game tonight will determine the foreseeable future for the Dallas Cowboys and where we are heading. I hope my lack of anxiety isn't a bad omen.