I mean, cmon. Look at how this all played out. We are coming off a 12 win season where we get absolutely screwed out of a potential NFC Championship appearance. We follow that up with a nightmare season with critical injures and Romo showing this derp front office that he's not for long in this league. Win 4 games, earning us a top 5 pick. Nobody expected any of that.
We have the cap room to make additions in free agency to help immediately. We are finally ready to draft our QB.
Everybody knows Cleveland's going Goff. So everybody assumes the Cowboys won't have their guy, Lynch is a reach, and then all of a sudden a man emerges from the shadows with the skill set of John Elway, the mental composure of Troy Aikman and the leadership of Tom Brady.
Oh, and get this, he's a ginger too.
Did I mention because of that disaster of a season we get to coach the Senior Bowl and this freckled football messiah? Uh, who's writing this script here? Rowdy?
Who is going to relate to him better than our own head coach? They are gingers. They are not real people. Only a ginger understands another ginger. They can communicate with their eyes. I've seen them do it. They are forming a bond right now that will last a lifetime. A very creepy lifetime.
The Football Gods are finally smiling down upon us once again.
And I said smiling. NOT raining down sunshine. That could be potentially disastrous to this story.