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Most yards allowed in a game. Twice. Most first downs allowed in a game. Two games without forcing a punt or turnover. Defensive yardage piling up like the national debt. And now, largest lead ever lost.
It takes a special level of stupid to invent new ways to lose games and rack up dubious franchise records at this frantic pace.
Kansas City, Denver, Detroit, and Green Bay. Four infinitely winnable games lost, thrown into the incinerator. Only the Denver game was forgiveable. Mix in the catastrophic debacles in New Orleans and Chicago, and you're left with this.
The franchise is lost. People don't know what to do. Jason Garrett is in an unshakeable trance. Jerry and his boys are fumbling for a cogent thought, relatively speaking of course. Marinelli's spirit is ruined, and Kiffin is probably comatose as I tap these keys. Romo is chatting up gremlins in the empty halls of Valley Ranch.
I don't know what to do either. I don't understand this level of futility. It doesn't compute.
I sat there at halftime with a bummed out, but ginormous Packer contingent, pondering next week. My gosh, a win against the Commanders and a very possible loss to the Bears by Philly, and this is wrapped up! Week 17 becomes an organized scrimmage. Will it be Carolina or San Fran or Detroit or Chicago? Who's comin' to town?
But there was also this nagging thought of a drive that stalled at the 5 and a pass that should have hit Dez. Eight points squandered in an otherwise laugher of a game. Green Bay was 0-for in the first half on third down except for the last meaningless play, but those eight points could haunt.
Then, injuries struck the defense hard, and Dallas forgot to average eight yards per run anymore. The spindle began to unhinge, and a HUGE tide of Packer fans found their voice with an early touchdown to start the second half.
Dallas suddenly was on the road again. Cowboys fan sat stunned as the green wave of Cheeseheads took the stadium over. Lambeau South ensued. Jerryworld had been conquered, again, for the umpteenth time, in spirit and football.
The rudder is now lost. There's no recapturing the culture and positivity that Garrett had managed to instill amongst the Arkansas riff raff. He's a lost cause, his fault or not. Romo needs a new influence, a new boss, a new system, and a new outlook. The whole stinking team does.
I know not much changed yesterday, theoretically. Two wins against two other dysfunctional teams will put the Cowboys in the tournament and Jerry on cloud nine. Only to get wasted in sheet of machine-gun fire in the playoffs.
It will also save Garrett's job, and that just can't happen. I've been a longtime supporter of his, but he lost me yesterday. It's over. He and I just aren't on good terms anymore.
When he abandoned the run yesterday, I abandoned him. Way behind, Lacy had 13 carries in the second half, while way ahead, Murray had only 7. And that's with a ton of empty backfield calls to boot. That is the definition of poor coaching, and I don't care who called the plays. Garrett is responsible.
This thing needs something between a tune-up and an overhaul. Whatever it is, Garrett no longer is the guy to do it. He's damaged goods. Jerry is aging in warp speed, and Romo is desperate for a new voice and a different scene.
I can't root against them, but every part of my being knows these Cowboys need to crash and burn in an ugly mess to get anything done.
Damn this team.
It takes a special level of stupid to invent new ways to lose games and rack up dubious franchise records at this frantic pace.
Kansas City, Denver, Detroit, and Green Bay. Four infinitely winnable games lost, thrown into the incinerator. Only the Denver game was forgiveable. Mix in the catastrophic debacles in New Orleans and Chicago, and you're left with this.
The franchise is lost. People don't know what to do. Jason Garrett is in an unshakeable trance. Jerry and his boys are fumbling for a cogent thought, relatively speaking of course. Marinelli's spirit is ruined, and Kiffin is probably comatose as I tap these keys. Romo is chatting up gremlins in the empty halls of Valley Ranch.
I don't know what to do either. I don't understand this level of futility. It doesn't compute.
I sat there at halftime with a bummed out, but ginormous Packer contingent, pondering next week. My gosh, a win against the Commanders and a very possible loss to the Bears by Philly, and this is wrapped up! Week 17 becomes an organized scrimmage. Will it be Carolina or San Fran or Detroit or Chicago? Who's comin' to town?
But there was also this nagging thought of a drive that stalled at the 5 and a pass that should have hit Dez. Eight points squandered in an otherwise laugher of a game. Green Bay was 0-for in the first half on third down except for the last meaningless play, but those eight points could haunt.
Then, injuries struck the defense hard, and Dallas forgot to average eight yards per run anymore. The spindle began to unhinge, and a HUGE tide of Packer fans found their voice with an early touchdown to start the second half.
Dallas suddenly was on the road again. Cowboys fan sat stunned as the green wave of Cheeseheads took the stadium over. Lambeau South ensued. Jerryworld had been conquered, again, for the umpteenth time, in spirit and football.
The rudder is now lost. There's no recapturing the culture and positivity that Garrett had managed to instill amongst the Arkansas riff raff. He's a lost cause, his fault or not. Romo needs a new influence, a new boss, a new system, and a new outlook. The whole stinking team does.
I know not much changed yesterday, theoretically. Two wins against two other dysfunctional teams will put the Cowboys in the tournament and Jerry on cloud nine. Only to get wasted in sheet of machine-gun fire in the playoffs.
It will also save Garrett's job, and that just can't happen. I've been a longtime supporter of his, but he lost me yesterday. It's over. He and I just aren't on good terms anymore.
When he abandoned the run yesterday, I abandoned him. Way behind, Lacy had 13 carries in the second half, while way ahead, Murray had only 7. And that's with a ton of empty backfield calls to boot. That is the definition of poor coaching, and I don't care who called the plays. Garrett is responsible.
This thing needs something between a tune-up and an overhaul. Whatever it is, Garrett no longer is the guy to do it. He's damaged goods. Jerry is aging in warp speed, and Romo is desperate for a new voice and a different scene.
I can't root against them, but every part of my being knows these Cowboys need to crash and burn in an ugly mess to get anything done.
Damn this team.