As one who was raised by a grandmother who believed in voodoo curses, and the spirits of nature, I believe I have found the problem.
It's you, Hos.
You're hatred of kickers is so deep and lasting, it has become a spiritual given and one of the natural laws of the universe. Everything was peaceful until Nick Folk showed up and became the closest thing to a guarantee as a kicker that Dallas has ever had. You still hated kickers, but deep inside, a tiny sliver of ice began to melt. It shuddered the natural order, but because it was only one kicker, the universe continued.
Then Buehler was drafted. Your dislike of the position reinforced the universe, but as the season progressed, you begrudgingly began to admit the wisdom in having two kickers. You were like Scrooge about halfway through his appointment with the Ghost of Xmas present - not enough to turn you into a Kicker Disciple, but enough to defrost that cold, frozen place inside.
The Universe could not admit, could not accept such changes to its fundamental order. That's why Folk started getting the yips at about the fifth game.
And you fought it, right down to the Washington game. At that point, The Universe, desperate for it's own survival, turned Folks yips into outright cosmic failure, complete with pre-game Armageddon. The glacier reformed, and the natural order was reformed.
So Hos, this is your fault. My advice for the future?? The next time Dallas gets a wondrous kicker, one who can make 72 yarders with the wrong foot, beer in one hand, cigarette in the other, with the DC Cheerleaders as his personal trainers, you must Hate Him. Stay the course.
Save the Universe.
Save the team.
Save the cheerleaders.
It's on you. The Gods are listening.