Amidst this unexpected season of drunken celebration, there are quiet questions brewing. And no, I'm talking about Romo or Dak or a crazy world under whichever nutbag wins the presidency.
I mean questions nobody feels right asking.
This golden crop of rookies, combined with defensive suddenness and a man-eating offensive line, has us riding a wave of hope that nobody saw on the horizon in Oxnard two months ago. Somehow, the league turned upside-down, and brand-name powerhouses are falling to pieces. Who exactly is good, and who isn't? Nobody really knows who from what right now.
What we do know is that our Cowboys are 5-1, and that 10-6 should win this division handily. My extreme powers of deductive reasoning tell me that's a given for Dallas, and that the Cowboys are a shoo-in to win the NFC East unless a meteor hits Frisco, Texas on a Wednesday morning.
So, what's next?
I've scoured this schedule, and I find myself - dare I say it - actually looking for losable games. There simply aren't many. (Did I say that out loud?) The ding-dong Cowboys are suddenly dang-damn good.
They aren't going to win out, surely, but who's going to beat them? Pittsburgh may not have Big Ben. Baltimore just can't score. The Eagles look limp. The Giants are a mess. Who? Nobody wants to play against this offensive line. Just ain't fun. Who out there in the NFC has the goods?
Such is stirring up the questions. First, is the focus now about home field advantage throughout the playoffs, and second, is this a Super Bowl team?
Somebody shoot me now and get it over with. I'm talking the crazy talk. I should probably have my posting privileges revoked before I shame you all. Stop me before I implode the internet.
Look at that schedule. 13-3? No, I'm being serious. 14-2? Is this team going to the Super Bowl? Then who is?
Blurred by the constant Dak/Romo and pass-rush discussions, the much larger picture here is bigger than we could have ever imagined.