As we predicted a while back, Terrell Owens is happy. Something about the disappearance of Bill Parcells magically removing accidental overdoses, narcolepsy and shouting matches with assistants from his daily diet. Weird, the Fat Fish’s departure did the same trick for me too.
If you’ve been paying attention, T.O. is finally playing like the elite, game-changing receiver the Dallas Cowboys have been counting on for two seasons. The last three games he has amassed 23 catches for 402 yards and four touchdowns in helping Dallas to an NFC-best 8-1. And, don’t look now, but suddenly he’s cured the dropsies.
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Offer up those factoids and you’re sure to get the nice T.O. today from 4 to 6 p.m. at the Dallas Cowboys Pro Shop at Grapevine Mills Mall. Owens will only sign copies of his book, Little T Learns To Share. But he’s in such a good mood, seems the time to whip out a breast and test him. Dare ya. --Richie Whitt