Well, I am proud of my Dallas Cowboys. Let me explain. They got the season they deserved and the playoff outcome they deserved. A team that gets cocky two-thirds of the way into the season and decides to phone in games whilst dreaming of banging hotties in Cabo is a one-and-done playoff team. So I am proud of the Cowboys. They played exactly as they were expected to play based upon the final four or five games of the regular season.
The unfathomable part of all of this is that they have somehow made me feel empathy for Terrell Owens. Not because of his teary defense of Tony Romo and seemingly heartfelt disappointment over the outcome of the season. Mostly because the guy who was once the protype which other sports jackasses were based upon apparently took something seriously for once. He was training and working on Christmas morning, New Years Eve and New Years Day.
I pray that for the Tony Romos, Jason Wittens and Jerry Jones of the world lucrative endorsement deals for everything from pizza to satellite bundles to corrective eye surgery are enough to dull the pain of being outed as a franchise who doesn't have what it takes to make it past the first round of the playoffs.
The only dangerous part now is the temptation to placate myself by remembering that the Mavs are really starting to pick up some steam. Yeah, there's a great idea: transfer your sports loyalty from the Cowboys to the only other franchise that can give them a run for their money in the ChokeMaster competition.
I'm going to go play Golden Tee until the pain subsides. Maybe then a little Big Buck Hunter. Shooting things seems cathartic.
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