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And the kicking game? Mat McBriar remains one of the best punters in the league, and last year kicker Nick Folk proved the steal of the draft, making 26 of 31 field goals and the Pro Bowl as a sixth-rounder.
I'm not telling former mayor Laura Miller to dust off her old premature parade plans. Actually, yes I am.
There are hangnail concerns, such as Brad Johnson—yikes—as the backup quarterback. But short of a certain buxom blonde with the attention-junkie father kidnapping Romo to Cabo, there are only two people capable of derailing the Cowboys' Super Bowl train:
Though Glenn had as many surgeries on his right knee last season as he did catches (two), the Cowboys need his speed in the passing game. You don't trust Miles Austin or Sam Hurd long-term, and Patrick Crayton revealed his limitations against the Giants with untimely drops and half-assed routes. Glenn wants to come back, but so far has refused to sign a $500,000 injury waiver offered by Dallas. The market isn't demanding 34-year-old receivers with wobbly wheels, and the Cowboys realize Glenn could be the final link. It'll get done.
While Adam Jones should give the Cowboys a ball-hawking cornerback and game-breaking kick returner, Pacman Jones is volatile enough to wreck a locker room. The Cowboys have endured, and now embraced, Owens and Johnson and, realizing his next screw-up will be his last, Adam will likely be a Cow-Boy Scout. He's dropped his nickname, adopted Deion Sanders' old No. 21 and is so far, so good in his attempt to persuade NFL commissioner Roger Goodell to fully reinstate him before the September 7 opener against the Cleveland Browns.
"God brought Adam to the Cowboys," Sanders says. "Because right here, right now, this is the perfect situation."
No ifs, ands...or busts.