First, the good news for Cowboys fans. Dallas is the Vegas favorite to win the NFC (L)East. Now the bad news. The Cowboys have been historically awful in the role of favorites, at least for the last two decades.
But I understand the optimism. If Dak stays healthy and Zeke stays away from Little Debbie Snack Cakes, Dallas will ring up points like a pinball machine. That receiving corps is Da Troof. The Law Firm of Cooper, Gallup and Lamb can stretch defenses every which way, and I like Jarwin at TE a great deal.
The O-Line just needs to stay out of surgery.
Defense? The bar is actually set pretty low. That D doesn’t have to be great. It doesn’t even have to be good. It just needs to not suck out loud like it did in 2020. That seems like an achievable goal. Unlike last year’s DC, Mike Nolan, it appears that Dan Quinn can actually count to eleven, and that’s some hot and hungry young defensive talent that The Boys brought in via the draft. Micah Parsons will be DROTY.
Biggest threat to Dallas in the East? WFT. That’s one of the two or three nastiest defenses in the NFL. And it’ll be interesting to see what Fitzpatrick can do as a “game manager” as opposed to a riverboat gambler.
It’s good to be thinking about, talking about and writing about football.
This stuff about Texas and Au Jus wanting to jump to the SEC is gonna get fun. Oh, it’s real, all right. And the Aggies are already drawing their swords.
Leach, STHU. Your act gets more tired and lame every year.
Love and peace to Bobby B. and his family.
Football play-by-play is my bliss. I’m fortunate to have picked up some assignments for this season, and hoping to add some more. Have poster board and colored pencils—will travel. I started doing some prep for an early season game yesterday. Found a quarterback on video who knocked my eyes out. Hell, no, I’m not gonna tell you who he is yet.