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2012-2013 Regular Season: (Self) Destruction In The District
 
December 31, 2012  At 10:30 PM CST
By Eric M. Scharf
 
The Dallas Cowboys had been through quite a lot leading up to the last game of the regular season . . . some obstacles self-inflicted and some challenges unforeseen. Successfully navigating today’s parody-driven NFL has never been less simple or clean.

“America’s Team” had a chance – for the second year in a row – to win the NFC East division title . . . with an equally exhausted Cowboys Nation in tow.

Their final regular season opponent may have been different this time around – in the Washington Redskins – but the mission remained the same. “WIN AND YOU ARE IN” with the reward being a home playoff game.

While the Cowboys endured a mean season’s worth of mental and physical breakdown on their way to Sunday night’s showdown, they still managed to earn their postseason-dipped trip to The District . . . Redskins Town.

The first time the Cowboys and Redskins faced either other this season – on Thanksgiving Day – the Cowboys were in the midst of performing another “halftime” giveaway. Dallas was blown out in the first half, but they reversed the Redskins’ route in the second half – only to come up short at game’s end . . . and forcing Cowboys Nation into a sad, psychotic laugh.

The Cowboys arrived at FedEx Field with even fewer healthy starters for their kill-or-be-killed contest. They were benefitting from the return of a couple important offensive team members – missing from their Turkey Day Tilt . . . and it was enough of an upgrade to win, to be honest.

Old Habits Die Hard

America’s Team and Cowboys Nation – leading up to this game of games – had helplessly watched so many important player pieces get terminally trapped in grid iron creases.

While other teams might have thrown up their highly-paid hands and said “Why bother?” . . . the Cowboys enrolled a fill-in fleet from the street – particularly on defense – and managed to do much more than simply keep their heads above water.

The Cowboys were able to weather a season’s worth of mental and physical fatigue . . . through a late season surge towards another division-winning opportunity with plenty of intrigue.

Dallas STILL had just enough to win – until a familiar foil succumbed to the ultimate football sin . . . ruining another grand opportunity with an old and painful habit, dagnabbit!

After seeing Rob Ryan’s Roughnecks (and a one-armed Ware) repeatedly run over by the Redskins’ running game, absorb two of his ill-timed interceptions, and get a precious late game stop on third down, Romo lost his lid and successfully followed through on his THIRD interception bid . . . officially completing his transformation back into a turnover clown.

Cowboys Nation – in one fell swoop – went from possibly seeing Romo rise to the occasion to overcome his own mistakes and be cause for celebration . . . to – instead – seeing Romo scratching his head after committing an unforgivable mental crime. He might as well have been breaking into song and dance like Britney Spears . . . performing his hit single: “Pick Me Baby, One More Time!”

Romo – just prior to his horrible hat trick – had marched the offense straight down the field . . . without either Miles “Marred Ankle” Austin or Dez “Damaged Back” Bryant. He forced the Redskins to yield – connecting with Kevin “Could It Be” Ogletree on a touchdown and Dwayne Harris on the two-point conversion . . . turning the game into a three-point contest and remaining defiant.

Ryan’s Roughnecks even managed another third down stop . . . only to lose it on Jason Hatcher’s unintentional hands-to-the-face personal foul slop. The Redskins ran it in for an insurance score and – with no more than a minute left – the Cowboys could do no more. Dallas lost 28-18 and – once again – Romo finds himself engaged in an offseason search for a big game vaccine.

Cowboys Nation had hoped – but not blindly believed – Tony Romo had finally achieved the necessary maturation to avoid his typical mental flatulation just in time for his latest big game situation. Romo’s newly-minted mental toughness – rising from the ashes of such inexplicable roughness – had gone on early vacation right on cue . . . leaving a suddenly light-headed legion of Cowboys fans to steam and stew.

Fans and prognosticators – once again – are left to ponder how other NFL starting quarterbacks of similar stats and scenarios seem to have “IT” . . . while Romo continues to play tight under the big game light and making Cowboys Nation madder than spit.

Old habits – for the Cowboys – continue to die hard . . . and until they find the right psychological solution, they may continue to get charred.

Play-Callers Or Footballers?

While some among the Cowboys’ (more myopic) faithful may be crying foul, The Tortured Cowboys Fan is not on the prowl and could have been far worse . . . making recommendations – unrequited by Jerry – that might change Romo’s scenery or land his football career in a hearse.

Rob Ryan’s Roughnecks were really beaten up, hanging on – against the Redskins – by a thread . . . and Romo knew if he made one poor mental move, his deficient defensive teammates would be dead.

Bill Callahan’s offensive linemen struggled for most of the year with blitz protection . . . and Romo knew if he was forced to hold onto the football long enough, his pass blocking pups would irrevocably turn into marshmallow fluff.

Jason Garrett’s play-calling was as stubbornly uncreative as ever – seemingly inflexible towards the Redskins’ relentless blitzkrieg – and Romo knew he could not simply follow orders without some effort to audible away from growing fatigue.

Joe DeCamillis’ special teams – outside of Dwayne Harris who did his best not to energize but not embarrass – had not been special all season . . . and Romo knew he might have to string together long, sustained drives – from poor field position – to save the Cowboys’ lives.

Could Ryan – with all of his downright tropical collection of exotic plays – have reached down deep within to call less complex plays (to pull his street squad out of their collective haze) to help secure a late game win?

Could Callahan – with all of his wide-ranging offensive experience – have reached down deep within to call less complex protections to help secure a late game win?

Could Garrett – even with his painfully slow but well-intentioned “process” – have reached down deep within to call plays that more accurately and creatively fit his available talent . . . to help secure a late game win?

Could DeCamillis – even with his sometimes spastic special teams – have reached down deep within to create a little after burn for each kick and punt return . . . to help secure a late game win?

Did Romo, Ryan, Callahan, Garrett, and DeCamillis have opportunities – earlier in the season with a healthier roster in the hopper – to make decisions that could have unblocked their postseason stopper? YES . . . and they should all confess to their collective mess.

Did Romo, Ryan, Callahan, Garrett, and DeCamillis have opportunities – through the final game – to “make adjustments” rather than fall back on the usual . . . and coming up lame? YES . . . and they caused even more unnecessary duress.

Cowboys Nation watched their favorite team leave FedEx Field on an all-too-familiar path to offseason vacation.

Cowboys Nation – for the second straight season – was driven insane watching America’s Team succumb to even more bleeding on the brain . . . and for the same old no-good reason.

Fans have grown overtired of trying – again and again – to decipher who deserves to be skinned alive for causing the Cowboys to experience another season-ending nosedive.

Who is most responsible for sounding the siren – for much of the past 17+ years – that has provoked the Cowboys’ propensity for gagging on the grid iron . . . inciting fans into well-earned jeers? Is it the play-callers or footballers?

Even the most dedicated of Dallas fans know the answer is BOTH . . . when determining who can accurately be accused of repeatedly stunting the Cowboys’ growth.

Infection Of Conviction

Fans have heard – time and time again – “Tony Romo is the NFL player who has been under the most scrutiny over the past few years.” If one thing is certain, Romo has made some amazing plays to bring on grateful cheers . . . and he has delivered some disasters to bring on hateful jeers.

Fans – some but not all – greet this with righteous frustration, anger, and even tears . . . but that is not always how it has been, nor does it definitively mean the big one Romo cannot win.

When Bill Parcells – back in 2006 – felt compelled to replace Drew Bledsoe (much for him over his career) with (undrafted, unproven, and unknown) Tony Romo . . . he did so with conviction.

Parcells had never been a coach who really and regularly rolled the dice, but he figured Antonio Romero Romo would suffice. It was up to Romo to turn The Big Tuna’s conviction into a team wide infection . . . a belief that – AT (After Troy) – the Dallas Cowboys had finally found quarterback relief.

Romo had dazzled and frazzled during his time in Big D . . . but continued belief (not blind faith) in him will be the key.

Some fans think salary cap space, timely-and-talented free agents, and top draft choices all grow on trees . . . and fans like that – you can never appease. Others understand – like The Tortured Cowboys Fan – you better have a solid backup plan if you are determined to break up the band.

You better be certain you can replace Romo with someone who will perform at least as well with your existing roster . . . before you draw the curtain. You need to know you have not been drinking too much beer before you ask Romo to call it a Cowboys career.

No one is forgetting or ignoring the fact that – even with all their issues from painfully physical to mentally hysterical – the Cowboys still had a chance until the very end to beat the Redskins . . . and leave the game wearing an NFC East Division Championship hat.

It did not matter how banged up they were. It did not matter how porous the defense looked against Alfred Morris. Even as fans were about to grab for the flask, the Cowboys were still just barely up to the task. All they had to do was avoid the most basic, mindless of mistakes, but that was simply too much to ask.

Romo, his teammates, and coaches may still – deep within – have the incredible solution to their limitless poor execution.

It is going to take another offseason of uncommon conviction – from the core of the Cowboys organization to the farther reaches of Cowboys Nation . . . and the hope of another powerful infection to recharge the international Dallas obsession.

Will They Or Won’t They?

Regarding Romo, Cowboys fans do not have a choice no matter what they might voice.

Why is The Tortured Cowboys Fan lumping Romo in with inconsistent coaches?

The Cowboys have gone from being known as perennial winners to professional beginners.

He may excel at helping his team escape and survive the beginning and middle of the regular season . . . but his repeated end-game failures amount to treason. He knows better – with a practically transparent offensive line and a cracked rib. If he takes unreasonable and unnecessary risk, fans and peers alike will continue to view him with a bib, raise their collective finger, and say “Tsk-tsk.”

When the decisions and results of other NFL coaches are so tired, they are usually fired.

Jason Garrett? Some fans can hardly bare it. While his is – indeed – a (long-term) process, Garrett’s approach was never supposed to be such a clumsy cranial colossus.

Though he was severely undermanned and having to deviate from what was planned, fans had to confess that Rob Ryan got a lot more out of a lot less.

And yet – while Ryan was using less playbook confusion to limit his defensive contusion . . . he still may end up all wet. Buddy’s spawn may be gone. This year, Ryan did not talk nearly as much, but his players still could not consistently come through in the clutch.

 
The Cowboys have plenty of offseason decisions – as usual – and everyone is waiting to see where Jerry Jones makes the first incision.

Will Romo receive a contract extension that breathes much-needed life into the Cowboys’ cap space?

Will Romo reward Jerry’s expected generosity with results befitting adults? Will he finally be able to deliver a season-ending slap in the face to a team other than his own . . . ending someone else’s playoff chase?

Will Anthony Spencer receive an elusive contract extension or another franchise tag . . . even if it was not that long ago he was displaying performance lag? After all, just a few years ago, he would “take plays off” . . . which made life on DeMarcus Ware unnecessarily tough.

How much fun will Stephen Jones have with all the contracts which surely have to be redone? Will the contracts with which he might be dealing . . . cause an unreasonable amount of money to be pushed into the future? Fans remember “dead money” all too well. It is really unappealing.
 
Will Doug finally be Free to leave . . . after another sketchy season of forcing Romo to bob and weave? While Free came on towards the end of the season, it was only in a part-time role. Why keep him? Dallas should get him off the (post-June 1st) dole.

Will certain Cowboys get healthier? Will others become wealthier? Will still others finally be cut to force Dallas into a fresh direction and potentially out of their playoff rut?
 
Will Dallas avoid looking daft with desperate selections in the 2013 NFL draft? Will America's Team do it right and draft one or two solid solutions for their offensive line fright? Will they also zero in on a few other positions of need . . . for which fans, prognosticators, and even members of their own organization continue to plead?

The Tortured Cowboys Fan – for the next few months – is heading offline . . . hoping that – when these decisions are finally made – the right folks get paid, fans are a little less dismayed, and everything magically works out fine.

We shall see. We always do.