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2020-2021 Regular Season: When The Impossible Task Becomes The Daily Ask

October 4
, 2020 At 11:38 PM CST
By Eric M. Scharf
 
When it comes to the unending discussion of whether or not Dak Prescott is elite, there are opinions replete. “But, BUT” let us keep the focus simple and avoid (?) the overreactive, protesting pimple.

Prescott – with “a little help from his friends (and despite some collective mistakes which appear to have no imminent end)” – has given it all he’s got, taking titanic aim and stacking up significant numbers which are ALL THAT (to surely receive an offseason contract extension so fat?). Dak has amassed nearly 1,200 yards with eight touchdowns (five by hand and three by foot), yet his statistically-amazing effort through four games (corrupted or not by the deficiencies of lesser names) has not been timely enough to consistently keep drives from going prematurely kaput. Those fantastic figures (admittedly in the face of well-publicized, mix-and-match o-line protection with occasional rejection) still fail to fully and naturally, organically, routinely dictate the HOW and the WHEN more than every-now-and-then.

Expand Beyond Planned

“SHEESH! You and your HOW, your WHEN, again and Again and AGAIN!” you fire back (like any understandably-dedicated homer who feels the leader of their favorite team is under unnecessary attack). “The Tortured Cowboys Fan” is engaging in no such taunting invective, just rhetorically-realistic perspective (on credit-worthiness that really is perhaps a bit less subjective).

When your opponent is ahead by a large number, and that opponent spends the rest of the game playing aggressive, “pin-their-ears-back” defense in order to keep pummeling what (up until that point) has been an offensive bumbler, but your quarterback (armed with play-call corrections against further mental infections) is able to help his embattled teammates overcome, then your quarterback deserves full credit in sum. Enforcing your competitive will (against a hard-charging opponent you have suddenly turned into a helpless rodent) is the ultimate thrill.

When your opponent is ahead by a large margin, and that opponent plays a “prevent (yourself from winning) defense” told not to charge in, but your quarterback is able to help his besieged teammates more-effortlessly fight back, then your quarterback deserves “did his job” credit for getting his team on the right track (against a defense ordered not to respond with hostile flak). Even though you must still execute against a defense far less resolute, “taking what the defense gives you” makes your winning result only partly true (against an opponent “playing not to lose” through and through).

When your team’s normal, FIRST-HALF, by-design goal may be for your quarterback to remain comfortably within his clock-controlling role, but his field surveillance clearly-identifies quite a lot (more), and he takes a(n unexpectedly early and) successful shot (to score, Score, SCORE), he INDEPENDENTLY CHOOSES to expand beyond (what was so safely, stubbornly) planned . . . and demonstrates true, ELITE command. Your quarterback perhaps DECIDES that – with a more prominent KILLER INSTINCT – he will forever (?), unapologetically be linked.

 
“W-What if that quarterback’s OWN defense is so, SO PATHETIC that he HAS TO maintain maximum time of possession to keep the football away from an opponent’s offense so fearlessly-energetic?!” you scream (knowing full well that – without RELIABLE third down conversions to avoid punting diversions – that approach becomes an absolutely-miserable theme). If your defense regularly stinks during most of each-and-every 60-minute game, your offense has ZERO alternative but to remain alight with a score, Score, SCORE flame (against both the very best or the very lame).

The Tortured Cowboys Fan has always separated the elite NUMBER from the elite DECISION. An elite quarterback will show the evidence so long as he has the defense-diagnosing confidence, unbound by hesitance against any situational presence (opponents good or bad and without his very best o-line protectors so sad) to regularly deliver elite PRECISION. If a quarterback’s target (mistakenly) drops an accurate pass or (under defensive pressure) breaks like glass, that is one “happens all the time” thing. It is the autonomous decision and doubtless precision, however, that gives the word ELITE such a nice, rare, unique ring.

Before all the desired (by the player) and demanded (by the fan) postseason success, a quarterback should WANT TO (or – in the case of the 2020 Dallas Cowboys – NEED TO) expand beyond planned, yes? While it is true that “just because you can does not mean you should,” is it not also true that the survivalist, short-term nature of professional sports compels you to always bring the hyper-competitive wood?

Be Like Wick To Make It Click?

When your defense is clearly, undeniably struggling in such a way that even the hopeful (but not inevitable) return-from-injury of certain key defensive players holds no sway, EVERY offensive series becomes a “situational football” captive . . . where every play-call and every play-execution must be (unreasonably?) adaptive. Situational football is a theme former Cowboys head coach Jason Garrett used to regularly parrot but – even under new head coach Mike McCarthy – America’s Team seems familiarly unable to even dare it.

McCarthy “won” the Cowboys’ head coaching job, because he had convinced GM Jerry and son Stephen that – MORE than ANY other candidate could – he was no longer a creature-of-habit slob incapable of bringing the situational, outside-the-box wood. "My LIP SERVICE makes you nervous. Yo, don't play dumb, ‘cause you know that you deserve this." – Young Mc(Carthy?) indirectly to the powers that be. As GM Jerry knows all-too-well, when you “ain’t got time for a bad time,” a shorter-term, win-now decision (without the requisite precision) can become a diabolically-debilitating crime.

 
“Sooooo . . . why is THIS about Dak?” you exhaustedly inquire (expecting another Dak-hating attack that prompts another “unfair” fire). While it is technically “never fair” for any quarterback to have such unreasonable, “carry the team” expectations heaped upon him, the “impossible task” (as detailed in the “John Wick” feature film series) has ALWAYS been a part of football. The quarterback role (though not always the quarterback talent) remains THE uniquely-positioned difference maker to close the gap when others on the TEAM perform like crap.

“It is not fair” for prognosticators and fans to insist Prescott publicly take mistake-minded teammates to (often brutal) game day task like Troy Aikman – or routinely pull an escapist Tony Romo Houdini – yet, in the presence of other star players or ENTIRE units underperforming, the calls for “Super Dave Osborne,” err, “Super Dak” will only grow longer and stronger. “Trusting the system” – to an absolute fault (without a coach willing to more-regularly open the flexibility vault) – only makes the occupier of the quarterback role that much more of an “unfair” victim.

 
“And, AND” – as The Tortured Cowboys Fan awaits a swift kick in the teeth from pearl-clutching-fans who see this point as something absurdly beneath – such an “outrageous” or “preposterous” standard IS what being JUST an NFL quarterback does unswervingly bequeath. When a key non-quarterbacking player – or (GASP) more than a few – repeatedly fail to pull through, the impossible task becomes the daily ask. “Elite,” TRULY ELITE quarterbacks in NFL history have been “unfairly” forced to turn themselves inside out in order to memorably, ridiculously save victory from the jaws of teammate-creating defeat. So shall one Rayne Dakota Prescott have to increasingly, relentlessly navigate that game day gauntlet if HIS team hopes to compete (perhaps delivering victories that are more-convincingly complete). So shall the proclaimed leader of “America’s Team” have to be like Wick to make it click.

 
"I gave Dak an impossible task. A job not even 'That Announcer Guy' could have pulled off. The statistics he stacks this year will cement the foundation of the one-dimensional team we are becoming (without the benefit of medicinal numbing)." – Viggo “McCarthy” Tarasov.

Will They Or Won’t They?

2020 – for America’s Team – was supposed to be on the money but (for all sorts of reasons on and off the field resulting in such a collectively-tragic yield) there is nothing about this year (even to Cowboys haters) that is even remotely funny.

While Dak has done everything within his compartmentalized role to help dig the Dallas Cowboys out of their 1-2 hole, will the team’s one-dimensional performances force the poor guy to practically sell his soul before they can get on ANY kind of winning roll?

Will Prescott only be viewed as elite once he routinely – year after year – puts much of his team on his back to compete? Will looking at the playing-career of one Dan Marino (who – after an early Super Bowl appearance – spent so many one-sided seasons having to FORCE flight tower clearance) cause Dak’s determination to retreat?

 
Will a fourth consecutive incomplete or “half-day” game – with a home contest against Cleveland at hand – make the current challenge of Dak Prescott and former trial of “That Announcer Guy” resemble one in the same?

We shall see. We Always do.