I just want to take a quick second to acknowledge what happened last night in the Cowboys vs Seahawks Playoff game.
I didn’t even see the game live. I had concert tickets so I decided to tape the game (can’t remember the last time I did that). I let all my football friends know this so they wouldn’t call me or send me any spoiler text messages. I got home just after midnight and pushed play as soon as I could.
What unfolded over the next three hours was one of the most intense football games I’ve seen in a long time. Both teams were balls to the wall and the lead was going back and forth between them all game. After a bizarre second half, with the Shithawks, I mean Seahawks, leading 21-20 (1 point!!) the Cowboys marched down the field to win the game. They got as far as the Seahawks 3 yrd line, but were left with a 4th and 1 scenario. The Cowboys simply needed to kick an easy field goal and stop the Seahawks from scoring in the remaining 1 minute of the game.
This is when the shit went down
Out came the Dallas field goal unit, which includes their quarterback Tony Romo as the field goal holder. First of all, Romo should not be doing this job. When he was the back-up QB, fine, but as soon as he became the starting QB they should have got someone else to hold the ball (Bledsoe maybe??). Suddenly my stomach turned upside down. I don’t know why, but I had a bad feeling, even though it should have been an automatic 3 points. I could barely watch.
The ball is snapped…..there’s a split second of confusions….and then you see the ball rolling on the ground.
Romo fumbled the snap.
He quickly picked it up and tried to run it in. He could have easily got a touchdown, and only needed about a yard for the first down and it would have been over. But the Seahawks defence stopped him just inches short.
Seahawks win 21-20.
It was now about 3am. How the hell was I supposed to sleep after watching all this?? So I decided to throw back a few glasses of my dad’s homemade wine and hit the sack. I had a terrible sleep, but I doubt it was anywhere near as bad as Tony Romo’s slumber.
Watching the post-game interviews was heartbreaking. Romo was holding back the tears as hard as he could, but everyone knows that this has tarnished his entire career, if not ended it. He may never be able to shake the psychological effect of this one slip up.
But Romo, if you’re reading this, I just want you to know that myself and fellow fugaze staff writer and Cowboys fan Mr Wenn are still Romo-sexuals. Without your stellar performance this season the Cowboys wouldn’t have even come close to making the playoffs. Ending the Colts undefeated season back in November was more than any Cowboys fan could ask for. And despite the team’s lack-luster performance in December, you turned it all around last night. You almost achieved the impossible. 1 point and a few inches is the only thing that prevented this. Cowboys fans (well, me and Mr Wenn) hope that you can shake this off and come back next season with Parcells and TO and make some more magic.
And if that doesn’t make you feel better, maybe this little piece of wisdom will - You’re still better than Bledsoe.