I think that may have been the hardest game I’ve ever watched.

You hate to see a great team get beat, even if it’s your own team that stomps ’em.

I wasn’t sure we’d do it–I mean come on, it’s the Colts–and I was all set to be sad for the ‘Boys and glad for the Colts.

But halfway through I was half-afraid we would win and didn’t know what to think.

I will admit that I still screamed, “Hit him, hit him!” when Peyton had too much time.

But then I said, “Aww…” when he’d walk back to the bench after a frustrating lack of third-down conversions.



I think we owe our defense more than half the credit for the whole
thing…even the out-scoring bit. 

(They put us on the board
finally.)  But Romo and his boys did good, too.  I’m prodigiously proud of him.



So we’ve ended the Colt’s winning streak, managed to stay at something like 8 penalties
for only 53 yards or so (not bad for the team that holds the dubious
honor of leading the nation in penalty yardage), and not one single Terrell Owens incident.  He played, he caught, he ran, he held on, he got back up, end of story. 



How ’bout them Cowboys!!!









(I still hope the Colts make it to the Super Bowl.)