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With newswires rattling on today about Johnny Football rolling dollar bills in bathrooms in Vegas, I can't help to take a deep breath of satisfaction this morning.
Zach Martin, if I forgot to say it, welcome to Dallas. Holy bejeebers, welcome to Dallas! And thanks to Valley Ranch for resisting the devil's cure and taking the proper fork in road.
And lo, looky what we have here now.
Martin is the punctuator, but quietly and suddenly, without fanfare or a boasting rant from Jer-Jer, Dallas is suddenly dripping in interior offensive linemen. Martin and Uche and Leary and Bernadeau and Patrick and whoever else McClay and the boys have up their sleeve.
Training camp promises to be strangely interesting in an area we've spent recent seasons holding our collective breath over. We have COMPETITION for starting o-line jobs, not a wild search for semi-capable fat guys grasping for their NFL lives.
I have no idea if these same architects can construct a legitimate NFL defense by September, but having a formidable offensive line, and a remarkably young one at that, is a new comfort in the meantime.
As we've discussed before, a better offensive line should undoubtedly translate into a better run game, better protection, fewer pass attempts for Romo, and less time on the field for the defense. All things derive from a more efficient offense that can eat clock.
If Martin is as advertised, and Frederick is a year better, and one of these other four can step forward as the clearcut starter, than this will a different football team. And when you look at that schedule, Dallas had better be solid up front so they can hold those teams at bay.
Meanwhile, everybody's favorite Lament is rolling dollar bills in Vegas, hanging with the Biebs, and showing up at every party in a sea of smartphones.
Whew, that was closer than we thought. This is a good day.
Zach Martin, if I forgot to say it, welcome to Dallas. Holy bejeebers, welcome to Dallas! And thanks to Valley Ranch for resisting the devil's cure and taking the proper fork in road.
And lo, looky what we have here now.
Martin is the punctuator, but quietly and suddenly, without fanfare or a boasting rant from Jer-Jer, Dallas is suddenly dripping in interior offensive linemen. Martin and Uche and Leary and Bernadeau and Patrick and whoever else McClay and the boys have up their sleeve.
Training camp promises to be strangely interesting in an area we've spent recent seasons holding our collective breath over. We have COMPETITION for starting o-line jobs, not a wild search for semi-capable fat guys grasping for their NFL lives.
I have no idea if these same architects can construct a legitimate NFL defense by September, but having a formidable offensive line, and a remarkably young one at that, is a new comfort in the meantime.
As we've discussed before, a better offensive line should undoubtedly translate into a better run game, better protection, fewer pass attempts for Romo, and less time on the field for the defense. All things derive from a more efficient offense that can eat clock.
If Martin is as advertised, and Frederick is a year better, and one of these other four can step forward as the clearcut starter, than this will a different football team. And when you look at that schedule, Dallas had better be solid up front so they can hold those teams at bay.
Meanwhile, everybody's favorite Lament is rolling dollar bills in Vegas, hanging with the Biebs, and showing up at every party in a sea of smartphones.
Whew, that was closer than we thought. This is a good day.
