As we watch the many of the last decades first round QB's flop or fade away one wonders what is the difference between an NFL QB's success or failure?
Is it Coaching? Luck? Superior personnel and a scheme suited to the QB's talents? A chemical quirk of the brain that allows instantaneous decision making when viewing flowing defenses? Or is it drive and luck?
Does Tony Romo go to bed each night saying:
“Just tell yourself, Duckie, you're really quite lucky!”
Its a long journey from Eastern Illinois Panther QB to undrafted free agent to being the Pro Bowl QB of the Dallas Cowboys, a multi million dollar NFL contract, and dating a beautiful blond singer starlet.
Other arm candy singer starlets long for their days with Romeo Romo. Or maybe they don't. Still the dice are hot for Romo. Life is good.
Romo ought to listen to the Talking Heads?
No not the babbling Berman inspired ones on the endless ESPN channels or NFL Pregame shows but the swinging 70's New Wave band from new York City
"And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the moneys gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground."
Heavily hyped potential NFL superstars are shuffling off the stage. Falling into back up roles or simply fading away. As Rex Grossman, Kyle Boller, Alex Smith, Matt Leinhart, and Vince Young exit stage left Romo rolls on.
Its a strange world the Good Doctor Thompson once said, Some people get rich other eat s**t and die.
Fans are fickle and easily frenzied. Texans are a violent people. The mood can turn savage and mean rather quickly. The American Dream can morph into the American Media Nightmare in the blink of a blond pop stars eye.
Its a fine line between Roger Staubach and Danny White. A fine line but a deep, jagged chasm as far as on field results. Gary Hogeboom and Troy Aikman.
Its better to retire to the booth with a fist full of famous rings then to be stuck on an island reality television show. But if not for some luck and Emmit Smith, Michael Irvin, and a great offensive line and defense, Aikman might of been voted off some strange Asian island on some bizarre late night reality TV show.
Its a quick trip from Golden Boy to Goat Boy.
If not for some luck and a Hall of Fame supporting cast chuckling Terry Bradshaw might be a mean eyed, violent, half crazed, whiskey soaked bouncer at some lost, wicked swamp side Cajun Cafe in the darkest part of Louisiana.
The fates like the fans are fickle. A few more playoff early farewells and their fury will rise and forgiveness fade. The Danny White can't win the big one label will descend.
The Cowboy faithful don't expect the magic of a Roger Staubach maybe just the mojo of a Dandy Don Meredith. A Dandy Don who gets a Super Bowl ring or two.
The ring, after all, is the thing.