This one, for a change, isn't on Bill Parcells. Oh, sure, there were the idiotic decision to go for a two-point conversion in the second quarter, undisciplined players who committed 11 penalties and the ridiculously transparent ploy of running a draw on second-and-10 every friggin' time. But, no, the Cowboys' mind-boggling, heart-breaking loss to the Redskins lies at the feet of Jerry Jones.
It was the owner, after all, who signed Terrell Owens. Allow me a second to remind you: TOLDJASO .
Off the field, T.O. has been as bad as advertised. Accidental overdoses. Spats with assistant coaches. Complaining about not getting the ball enough. Falling asleep in meetings. Drawing penalties for making light of falling asleep in meetings. As far as b being a distraction, T.O.'s having his normal Pro Bowl season. On the field, however, he's been worse. This should be about Tony Romo, and how he completed 26 of 36 passes for 360 yards and three touchdowns in leading Dallas to a thrilling victory. Instead, thanks to two more drops by Owens, it's about the most overrated, overbearing receiver in the NFL.
Against the Giants T.O. dropped a key pass and laughed all the way to the bench. And again Sunday, T.O. dropped a gorgeous 70-yard bomb from Romo that should've put Dallas up 26-12. Instead, he dropped. He smiled. And, although after the game he took responsibility saying, "I owe one to the team," we don't accept it. Winning with T.O. was going to be difficult enough for Cowboys fans. Losing because of T.O. defies logic.
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Drew Bledsoe and Patrick Watkins have bad games off the field, and they get benched. T.O. has horrible days off the field and bad performances in games, and nothing happens. Because he's so combustible, so dangerous, Jones and even Parcells don't dare call him out in public or confront him in private. Which, my friends, is what happens when you sell your soul to the devil. --Richie Whitt