GimmeTheBall!
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Mens, wenches, cubicle dwellers, farmers, persons of interest, penshioners and Ice Truckers fans:
This is the season that I do not like. It is called the exhib . . . I means the preseason.
I should love it that our rookies and FAs and walkons are getting extended looks. On the other hand I am always disappointed not to see my favorite players get much playing time. I understand the reasons for this dissproportionate time of rookies vs. veterans.
In my dreams I can see Romo lofting a long pass to Dez or the rollout pass to Witten. I can even see Murray gliding down the sidelines or Lee and Ware crushing the opposing QB.
But let us get to the crux of mein theme, mens.
Was it 2 or 3 weeks ago that we were so enamored by Beasley? Then Selvie. Then Hoffman and then Simms?
And that extends to our veterans.
Romo passes for 10-7. Super Bowl! Frederick shows skill and promise: Gosh, fellows, Frederick should have been THE FIRST OVERALL pick!
And T Smith with Frederick will make us the No. 1 O unit!
OK, OK, mens and womens of the fare sex , I am getting to the point.
It's good to cheer on the rookies and our vets this early in the exhib . . . ahem (sorry, commissioner) the preseason. Every good play deserves an "atta-boy."
But bear in mind: very few veterans will be displaced. Very few rookies will make the team. For ever good play we make, defense or offense, look at the (mainly) scrubs playing across the line.
So we come to the point this early in the season when well-meaning Forumites will sniff: Hey, those fellers who said Frederick should half been picked in the 2nd or 3rd round, well, their instincts were asinine.
Or, yeah, Romo will go 20-24 with 300 yards with 1 INT and the idiots here will focus on the one INT.
Well, yes, mens like me will focus on the INT. Especially on the INT (after several others) in the last series of the last game of a rare playoff appearance.
If some here seem less than enthusiastic about what we do, there can be many reasons. High expectations. Yes, our sense of entltlement, our skepticism of $100 million contracts, our skepticism about picking high in the draft when we could pick lower and smarter. The point is, not ever forumite here can be a cheerleader. We must share and discuss our misgivings.
As the great trucking magnate Edward R. Murrow once said, "Pls. mens, do not confuse dissent with disloyalty."
We all half shared stories about how we came to love the Cowboys. Mine is more and more lost in the mists of time. When I saw Jerra Tubbs run toward the camera, wearing huge stars on his shoulders over his shoulder pads. I saw the star and fell in love with a way of sporting life. The Dallas Cowboys. When Montana passed and "The Catch" was made, my heart was broken. Same when Jackie didn't catch the ball. Same when Romo fumbled the snap.
But some to say they are more loyal than others is smug at best and intolerant at worse.
As we watch these little preseason gathering of rookies pushing rookies, let's bear in mind that Egypt was not built in a day. That blood soil and tears was our raison d' war. That when Lombardi hoisted Landry on his shoulders it was fer a good reason and he and said "Can you see the beer stand?" we all share different stories of affection for our Cowboys.
Let's not divide into balkenized peeps in separate camps. We can AND SHOULD exult at Frederick and Romo. We SHOULD give Kiffen a chance (like we had an option) and we should let Jason and Mr. Waiting in the Wings Callahn run the team their way, and applaud their good efforts and time spent worrying over the teams.
But as we discuss the innards of Cowboys strategy and the entrails of camp developments, let's remember: When the real season starts, jason will half his best players players.
That will be the real thing. Then we can really disucss personnel. And boy, won't that (real games) be something . . . .
(Again, I am so moved by my words that tears obstruct my vision to the dollar store where Busch beer is selled. So go ahead and shout me down. Call me names, just don't call me Shirley or Ronald. Someone has got to tell the truth, however unfounded. Glad to get this off my tattooed chest.)
This is the season that I do not like. It is called the exhib . . . I means the preseason.
I should love it that our rookies and FAs and walkons are getting extended looks. On the other hand I am always disappointed not to see my favorite players get much playing time. I understand the reasons for this dissproportionate time of rookies vs. veterans.
In my dreams I can see Romo lofting a long pass to Dez or the rollout pass to Witten. I can even see Murray gliding down the sidelines or Lee and Ware crushing the opposing QB.
But let us get to the crux of mein theme, mens.
Was it 2 or 3 weeks ago that we were so enamored by Beasley? Then Selvie. Then Hoffman and then Simms?
And that extends to our veterans.
Romo passes for 10-7. Super Bowl! Frederick shows skill and promise: Gosh, fellows, Frederick should have been THE FIRST OVERALL pick!
And T Smith with Frederick will make us the No. 1 O unit!
OK, OK, mens and womens of the fare sex , I am getting to the point.
It's good to cheer on the rookies and our vets this early in the exhib . . . ahem (sorry, commissioner) the preseason. Every good play deserves an "atta-boy."
But bear in mind: very few veterans will be displaced. Very few rookies will make the team. For ever good play we make, defense or offense, look at the (mainly) scrubs playing across the line.
So we come to the point this early in the season when well-meaning Forumites will sniff: Hey, those fellers who said Frederick should half been picked in the 2nd or 3rd round, well, their instincts were asinine.
Or, yeah, Romo will go 20-24 with 300 yards with 1 INT and the idiots here will focus on the one INT.
Well, yes, mens like me will focus on the INT. Especially on the INT (after several others) in the last series of the last game of a rare playoff appearance.
If some here seem less than enthusiastic about what we do, there can be many reasons. High expectations. Yes, our sense of entltlement, our skepticism of $100 million contracts, our skepticism about picking high in the draft when we could pick lower and smarter. The point is, not ever forumite here can be a cheerleader. We must share and discuss our misgivings.
As the great trucking magnate Edward R. Murrow once said, "Pls. mens, do not confuse dissent with disloyalty."
We all half shared stories about how we came to love the Cowboys. Mine is more and more lost in the mists of time. When I saw Jerra Tubbs run toward the camera, wearing huge stars on his shoulders over his shoulder pads. I saw the star and fell in love with a way of sporting life. The Dallas Cowboys. When Montana passed and "The Catch" was made, my heart was broken. Same when Jackie didn't catch the ball. Same when Romo fumbled the snap.
But some to say they are more loyal than others is smug at best and intolerant at worse.
As we watch these little preseason gathering of rookies pushing rookies, let's bear in mind that Egypt was not built in a day. That blood soil and tears was our raison d' war. That when Lombardi hoisted Landry on his shoulders it was fer a good reason and he and said "Can you see the beer stand?" we all share different stories of affection for our Cowboys.
Let's not divide into balkenized peeps in separate camps. We can AND SHOULD exult at Frederick and Romo. We SHOULD give Kiffen a chance (like we had an option) and we should let Jason and Mr. Waiting in the Wings Callahn run the team their way, and applaud their good efforts and time spent worrying over the teams.
But as we discuss the innards of Cowboys strategy and the entrails of camp developments, let's remember: When the real season starts, jason will half his best players players.
That will be the real thing. Then we can really disucss personnel. And boy, won't that (real games) be something . . . .
(Again, I am so moved by my words that tears obstruct my vision to the dollar store where Busch beer is selled. So go ahead and shout me down. Call me names, just don't call me Shirley or Ronald. Someone has got to tell the truth, however unfounded. Glad to get this off my tattooed chest.)
