erod
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Last season was like a good bath after a six-month journey in a chuck wagon.
Problem is, clean and kempt doesn't mean you're ready to eat at the fine linen table. There's still a residual creak in the bones and a weary mind to resolve. Takes a while to find perspective and clarity again.
That's us. Not the Cowboys.
This is a beauty of a roster with good cause and reason to do something pretty special this year. All the important parts look to be there. Holes have been addressed. Those remaining or created have logical solutions to them, and time and place is certainly on the Cowboys side solve the riddles that remain.
Still, we resist. We are beating this running back situation into a bloody pulp. We're acting like Scandrick will never play good football again. We're psycho-analyzing every route Escobar runs, every pass rush Hardy gets blocked, every meaningless throw of a backup quarterback. Nary a serious injury to a key player yet, and we act like Hawkeye and Beej are elbow deep in bloody field wounds.
Here we are, wannabe believers with a qualifier attached to most everything we throw out there, as if we need to apologize for a scoche of optimism. The shoe's gonna drop, and the curtain's gonna fall on us all. That's what happens after the sunshine peaks through the clouds around these parts.
We have to learn that this time's different. We're finally one of those teams again, like back in the good ole VCR days. This is a really good football franchise with years of the same ahead, and the right culture at the heart of it all. Finally.
So worry not what Thursday looks like. Let it happen, and stop fretting over every missed block or a minor injury. Garrett and his staff know what they're doing. They'll be hitched up and ready for the Giants, mark their word, not mine. Ugly preseason games often accompany championship seasons.
That's what I tell myself. I still haven't come to terms with it all. Still seems too good to be true.
Problem is, clean and kempt doesn't mean you're ready to eat at the fine linen table. There's still a residual creak in the bones and a weary mind to resolve. Takes a while to find perspective and clarity again.
That's us. Not the Cowboys.
This is a beauty of a roster with good cause and reason to do something pretty special this year. All the important parts look to be there. Holes have been addressed. Those remaining or created have logical solutions to them, and time and place is certainly on the Cowboys side solve the riddles that remain.
Still, we resist. We are beating this running back situation into a bloody pulp. We're acting like Scandrick will never play good football again. We're psycho-analyzing every route Escobar runs, every pass rush Hardy gets blocked, every meaningless throw of a backup quarterback. Nary a serious injury to a key player yet, and we act like Hawkeye and Beej are elbow deep in bloody field wounds.
Here we are, wannabe believers with a qualifier attached to most everything we throw out there, as if we need to apologize for a scoche of optimism. The shoe's gonna drop, and the curtain's gonna fall on us all. That's what happens after the sunshine peaks through the clouds around these parts.
We have to learn that this time's different. We're finally one of those teams again, like back in the good ole VCR days. This is a really good football franchise with years of the same ahead, and the right culture at the heart of it all. Finally.
So worry not what Thursday looks like. Let it happen, and stop fretting over every missed block or a minor injury. Garrett and his staff know what they're doing. They'll be hitched up and ready for the Giants, mark their word, not mine. Ugly preseason games often accompany championship seasons.
That's what I tell myself. I still haven't come to terms with it all. Still seems too good to be true.
