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The offseason got off to a rough start. Jerry apparently stumbled upon a bottle of White Lightning out in the toolshed, and he tried to drink his Danny-Snyder-induced sorrows away. Watching those millions evaporate from the Death Star and instead go to his rival almost set his toupe on fire.
That launched the "Winter of Uncomfortable Discontent", where Jerry publickly threatened everyone in the organization....except the players of course. Coaches caught the ire, while his glorified gladiators escaped all disdain. Jerry shot daggers one direction, while building a golden parachute for his prized savior. (No doubt Jerry knows how Romo has saved his team from complete devestation.)
Since then, and I'm knocking on wood at woodpecker speed, it's been a pretty sensible and quiet offseason. I'm ticking off the days, every day, holding my breath and hoping nothing weird or notorious comes from these supposed-to-be bland next few months.
Outside of a blockbuster of a draft and a nice offensive line free agent signing, I don't want to hear a peep of craziness or blotter splotter until Week 1 of the 2013 season.
That means Dez needs to stay the course, and I'm hesitantly becoming more confident that perhaps he can. That also means Jerry needs to lock himself in a wine cellar somewhere and remain unconscious until September.
No car wrecks, no unfortunate tweets, no freak accidents or injuries. Can I get me a roll of bubble wrap? No drama. No idiocy. No overreactive promises or praise or prognosticiations. Just football, football, football from here to kickoff after Labor Day.
I'm much more optimistic than most of you, which is a strange vortex for me to get my head around given my history of exchanges in these pages. I see a world of potential with a logical approach to the draft and the 4-5 player needs of this team. This thing is close. I see a team pretty poised and quietly confident that good things are coming.
But they have to resist, especially Jerry. It's like when you bought that perfect gift for someone, and it's sitting under the tree on December 1st. Or when you get some great news, but you're somewhere where you can't share it. Zip it and wait. Don't let your mouth run all over the place. Let it breath.
I'm that way with Romo. Let the idiocracy blather on about him. You can't straighten out the mindless and unwashed, so why waste the time and effort to try? Let it play out, and be satisfied and thankful you aren't as ignorant as they.
I find myself the same about the team in general. There is plenty to like and be confident about. This thing is so often just a play away, and it's amazing given the gaping issues with the offensive line. Fortunately, finding big fat guys that can block isn't nearly as hard as finding quarterbacks or corners or pass rushers.
This roster is relatively easy to fix given the nature of its problems.
I don't find myself as sure about Jerry. Age and ego and unbridled emotion rule this man at the wrong times repeatedly. He's always a stubbed pinky toe away from going off on an incongruent soapbox rant. Strangely, the salary cap mud he's stuck in might be a blessing right now. It's the straight-jacket perhaps he needs.
And so it's April 3rd. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Geez, I wish this offseason would hurry up already.
That launched the "Winter of Uncomfortable Discontent", where Jerry publickly threatened everyone in the organization....except the players of course. Coaches caught the ire, while his glorified gladiators escaped all disdain. Jerry shot daggers one direction, while building a golden parachute for his prized savior. (No doubt Jerry knows how Romo has saved his team from complete devestation.)
Since then, and I'm knocking on wood at woodpecker speed, it's been a pretty sensible and quiet offseason. I'm ticking off the days, every day, holding my breath and hoping nothing weird or notorious comes from these supposed-to-be bland next few months.
Outside of a blockbuster of a draft and a nice offensive line free agent signing, I don't want to hear a peep of craziness or blotter splotter until Week 1 of the 2013 season.
That means Dez needs to stay the course, and I'm hesitantly becoming more confident that perhaps he can. That also means Jerry needs to lock himself in a wine cellar somewhere and remain unconscious until September.
No car wrecks, no unfortunate tweets, no freak accidents or injuries. Can I get me a roll of bubble wrap? No drama. No idiocy. No overreactive promises or praise or prognosticiations. Just football, football, football from here to kickoff after Labor Day.
I'm much more optimistic than most of you, which is a strange vortex for me to get my head around given my history of exchanges in these pages. I see a world of potential with a logical approach to the draft and the 4-5 player needs of this team. This thing is close. I see a team pretty poised and quietly confident that good things are coming.
But they have to resist, especially Jerry. It's like when you bought that perfect gift for someone, and it's sitting under the tree on December 1st. Or when you get some great news, but you're somewhere where you can't share it. Zip it and wait. Don't let your mouth run all over the place. Let it breath.
I'm that way with Romo. Let the idiocracy blather on about him. You can't straighten out the mindless and unwashed, so why waste the time and effort to try? Let it play out, and be satisfied and thankful you aren't as ignorant as they.
I find myself the same about the team in general. There is plenty to like and be confident about. This thing is so often just a play away, and it's amazing given the gaping issues with the offensive line. Fortunately, finding big fat guys that can block isn't nearly as hard as finding quarterbacks or corners or pass rushers.
This roster is relatively easy to fix given the nature of its problems.
I don't find myself as sure about Jerry. Age and ego and unbridled emotion rule this man at the wrong times repeatedly. He's always a stubbed pinky toe away from going off on an incongruent soapbox rant. Strangely, the salary cap mud he's stuck in might be a blessing right now. It's the straight-jacket perhaps he needs.
And so it's April 3rd. Tick-tock, tick-tock. Geez, I wish this offseason would hurry up already.
