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There's a seminal moment to every season, and I'm afraid last night was it. Hanging in the icy mist of Soldier was a foreboding reality.
This season will end in a teeth-rattling thud. Playoffs or not, the last game of the 2013 season will look exactly like the catastrophe last night. Maybe (gulp) even worse.
You saw it Romo's body language, when it became quickly obvious he'd have to be beyond perfect. You saw it in Ware's eyes as reality seeps in that he's done. Garrett looked on helplessly, knowing resistance was futile and that a punt was akin to football suicide.
You even saw it in that classic shot of Jerry, slouched in his chair like a schoolboy fidgeting for the final bell with a gang of bullies waiting at the bike rack.
Jerry is truly cornered. Finally, even he can't run or hide. His roster gaffes and mega-meddling have clenched this teams' unmentionables in a bench vice, and it's completely of his doing. There's no cutesy country colloquialism left untried that'll change the now 99.9 percent perception that he is a fool's fool, and THE malignant cancer of the Dallas Cowboys.
Salary cap hell awaits. His star on defense is old and useless, and has a dumpster truck full of cash still coming his way. Hatcher will leave, as will Spencer with his cool $10 mil. There will be essentially NOTHING left on the defensive line with not enough cash or draft picks to fix it. George Selve is left to build around. I said George Selvie.
Jerry has names and talent on defense, just like he had names and talent on offense for so long. But the nuts and bolts are missing. Putting off and ignoring and bandaiding the offensive line for years until he had no choice cost Romo valuable years of his career. It took three years to get it to decent.
Now, the defensive line. Probably two more years to do that at least. Losing Hatcher, Spencer, and Ware - yes, he's done - all at once is going to gut this defense to a point worse than what you witnessed last night.
Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker's man....have you ever witnessed a more futile pass rush? Can't blame Kiffin or Marinelli for that. They're not angels from heaven. There is no magic pixie dust to sprinkle on these oversized contestants from The Biggest Loser.
Can't blame the offense. No turnovers, 140+ yards rushing, three TD passes from Romo, two touchdowns in the first three drives. Hardly a perfect night, but certainly worthy of a fight to the finish with a defense doing more than shadow-boxing.
And there was Jerry, that hopelessy drug-addicted family member asking again for more money and another chance. This time will be different, you'll see. No we won't, Jerry. This is just what you are. All those billions won't untarnish the "star" you sully with every breath.
And I'll tell you what irks me the most.
I don't think the NFL is long for this world, at least not in any form that interests me. Between the ongoing flag-fests and evaporation of defense, and the inevitable legislation that will ruin the league, I'll give it very few more years before I check out entirely.
That means there is no Cowboys football beyond Jerry for me. This is it. This is what this franchise became in the end.
Him.
I so wish I had the ability to switch allegiances. I don't. This is my football reality.
This season will end in a teeth-rattling thud. Playoffs or not, the last game of the 2013 season will look exactly like the catastrophe last night. Maybe (gulp) even worse.
You saw it Romo's body language, when it became quickly obvious he'd have to be beyond perfect. You saw it in Ware's eyes as reality seeps in that he's done. Garrett looked on helplessly, knowing resistance was futile and that a punt was akin to football suicide.
You even saw it in that classic shot of Jerry, slouched in his chair like a schoolboy fidgeting for the final bell with a gang of bullies waiting at the bike rack.
Jerry is truly cornered. Finally, even he can't run or hide. His roster gaffes and mega-meddling have clenched this teams' unmentionables in a bench vice, and it's completely of his doing. There's no cutesy country colloquialism left untried that'll change the now 99.9 percent perception that he is a fool's fool, and THE malignant cancer of the Dallas Cowboys.
Salary cap hell awaits. His star on defense is old and useless, and has a dumpster truck full of cash still coming his way. Hatcher will leave, as will Spencer with his cool $10 mil. There will be essentially NOTHING left on the defensive line with not enough cash or draft picks to fix it. George Selve is left to build around. I said George Selvie.
Jerry has names and talent on defense, just like he had names and talent on offense for so long. But the nuts and bolts are missing. Putting off and ignoring and bandaiding the offensive line for years until he had no choice cost Romo valuable years of his career. It took three years to get it to decent.
Now, the defensive line. Probably two more years to do that at least. Losing Hatcher, Spencer, and Ware - yes, he's done - all at once is going to gut this defense to a point worse than what you witnessed last night.
Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker's man....have you ever witnessed a more futile pass rush? Can't blame Kiffin or Marinelli for that. They're not angels from heaven. There is no magic pixie dust to sprinkle on these oversized contestants from The Biggest Loser.
Can't blame the offense. No turnovers, 140+ yards rushing, three TD passes from Romo, two touchdowns in the first three drives. Hardly a perfect night, but certainly worthy of a fight to the finish with a defense doing more than shadow-boxing.
And there was Jerry, that hopelessy drug-addicted family member asking again for more money and another chance. This time will be different, you'll see. No we won't, Jerry. This is just what you are. All those billions won't untarnish the "star" you sully with every breath.
And I'll tell you what irks me the most.
I don't think the NFL is long for this world, at least not in any form that interests me. Between the ongoing flag-fests and evaporation of defense, and the inevitable legislation that will ruin the league, I'll give it very few more years before I check out entirely.
That means there is no Cowboys football beyond Jerry for me. This is it. This is what this franchise became in the end.
Him.
I so wish I had the ability to switch allegiances. I don't. This is my football reality.
