RIP: "Cowboy Week" In Washington
Steve Czaban
This week, came and went with a whimper.
No taunts. No boasts. Not a single mildly controversial statement from anybody.
How sad.
So much for “Dallas Week” around Washington D.C.
It’s officially dead. I’m calling it.
Once upon a time, a high stakes football game with the godless heathens from Texas would invoke an energy and a buzz around the town, even when one or both teams’ records might be downright embarrassing.
Not this week. There’s nothing to be ashamed of for the Commanders. Yeah, they threw away last week’s mostly dominant effort against the Eagles. So what? Did I miss something, or is this team still 5-4 with a chance to beat Dallas twice yet this year?
I didn’t really expect the Cowboys to say much. After all, they are the ones sitting at 8-1 with a throttle-hold on the Division lead. But how come no Commander stepped up to say: “I don’t care what the record is right now. But we’ve got two shots at ‘em, and I for one am not conceding anything right now?”
I was hoping just one Commander would say or do something to put this game on the TOP of the ubiquitous right side rundown on every ESPN talking head show. I know they say you shouldn’t “write checks your *** can’t cash” but then again, sometimes you need a guy to throw out some smack to put your OWN team on edge.
A good edge, that is. A hungry edge. An edge that says: “Wow. So and so just put is *** out there for us this weekend, I better be ready to BRING IT!”
I know that the modern age of free agency in the NFL does not lend itself to the typical “We don’t like them, and they don’t like us” type of pre-game tension builders as they once did in the 70’s and 80’s.
Now, it’s more like “We don’t KNOW them, and they don’t know us.”
Looking at the likely roster of lightning rod players for the Commanders, I’m not too surprised nobody stepped up.
Jason Campbell is too quiet, too young, too new in the job.
Clinton Portis is a self-promoting clown, not a team motivating orator.
Santana Moss is quiet, and hurt to boot.
Antwaan Randle El, simply too nice.
Ditto Betts, Cooley, et al. on offense.
Defensively, Sean Taylor would seemingly be the guy that can run some mouth, and back it up with 260 pounds of “ooommpphh!” on Sunday. But he too runs from the media spotlight, and is out with an injury.
Marcus Washington. Hurt.
Rocky McIntish. Too new.
LaRon Landry. Ditto.
D-Line, too underachieving.
Fred Smoot. Too silly.
Shawn Springs, too heavy hearted right now.
The only guy, the only one that I had hoped, and thought could pull off a little mid-week Cowboy JOLT for this team, is London Fletcher. But I’m gonna give him a pass because he’s been so phenomenal on the field.
So there we were all week as Skins fans, left to watch a timid, humbled team, go through their professional paces like it was business as usual.
This was the last thing we needed.
We needed one person to say something that would have made Gibbs The Constantly Nervous, pull him aside and say “please don’t make them mad.”
We needed a little scrap in practice between guys.
Something, anything! It’s DALLAS WEEK fellas! This is it!
The season – and perhaps Joe Gibbs’ entire comeback run – pivots on this game. If the Skins can pull a shocking 11 point underdog upset, then EVERYTHING is back in play.
Everything.
Their record will be 6-4. Confidence will be sky-high. The Cowboys lead will be cut to 2 games, with a return date looming in Washington to end the season!
Am I the only one who sees the crossroads the team is at?
If the Skins lose Sunday, and do so as badly as the oddsmakers predict, it may just be because they are not that good, and beat-up to boot. I can accept that.
But if they play as a reflection of their increasingly conservative coach and lose, then I’ll be rippin’ mad that this week was just one to punch the time clock en route to a slaughter.