When the world ends, Cowboys Stadium -- that monument to human excess -- will be ground zero.
There were so many signs of the Apocalypse at the unveiling of Cowboys Stadium on Sunday night one fumbles with knowing where to begin. Do we start with a sound system that largely failed to project our national anthem? Or perhaps with the ill-advised choice of picking Jordin Sparks -- she of Cowboys but also Giants lineage -- to sing the thing?
Maybe we start at the end, with Wade Phillips’ flimsy effort to freeze Giants kicker Lawrence Tynes from driving a spike deep in the heart of Texas. Phillips shaking his fist in an expression of “drat” at Tynes’ game-ender, followed by Jerry Jones’ crestfallen mug seem like a good jumping off spot to me.
Maybe we start with the sight of Dubya and Laura Bush in attendance.
Perhaps we start with a scoreboard that is bigger than all outdoors. Maybe it was the sight of an aging John Madden, because when Madden goes, we all go.
Then too, we could start with the blending of “soccer” and “football” kicked off by Jason Witten.
Maybe it was Jerry Jones picking his nose at the “Jerry,” where no excessive deed goes unpunished.