Panic? Why, I see no reason to panic. We've only suffered through Camp Cupcake, Camp Marshmellow and now Team Creampuff.
We're only watching with horror as the three little pigs story comes to life right before our very eyes. We're only fielding a AAA team tomorrow, and maybe next week. Worse than that even, we're only going into battle with General Elmer T Fudd as our fearless leader. You know the General who allowed his troops to party in Mexico last year a week before a major war. The same General who thought pulling his pants down in practice was a funny thing. The same General who hired Brian Stewart, who looked more lost last week than Mary's little lamb.
Romo isn't as good as last year. I don't care what the stats say. He was 4-2 as a starter before he went down. Where is his heart? Well, I do have some good news there, actually. It's not in San Francisco. Go about 500 miles further south. He and Brady are two peas in a pod. But Brady deserves his rest. Romo? He doesn't deserve Jessica Simpson. At least not in football season.
This team is a mess from top to bottom. Anyone who doesn't see that, is wearing funny colored glasses. I think I need to borrow a pair for tomorrow's game. Because with my glasses, I see disaster looming:shoot6:
Unless, a blessed miracle unfolds and Jimmy Johnson, whose investment portfolio might have more holes through it than a mob hit, comes back and rides herd on this cattle. Yeah, maybe he's lost a step or two, but I can guarantee you, he hasn't lost his steel-toed, silver-spurred, Tony Lama cowboy boots.