After last year’s Detroit debacle, this game scared the shit outta me.
And with good reason.
Dallas 28, at Detroit 27
More quarterback ghod-age from Romo – another 300-yard day, another two-minute comeback, etc, etc, ad infinitum, ad nauseam.  15 catches for 138 for Jason Witten, which helped him either tie or set a couple of records (one NFL (tied), one franchise (set)).
But for 59 minutes and 42 seconds, it looked as if this was going to be another embarrassing Detroit victory.  Jon Kitna & crew saw from the Green Bay tapes what you can do to the Dallas defense with a short passing game.  The fact is that the Cowboys secondary just isn’t that good.  They play too damned far off the ball, allowing a plethora of short-to-midrange stuff underneath – which is how Philly, Carolina and the Deadskins are gonna play them the next three weeks.
And if they haven’t figured it out by then, they can expect to see a heavy dose of it in the playoffs.
I mean, really.  Is it too much to ask the secondary to play in a couple steps or so?  Are they that  afraid that Detroit’s backup receivers (one of whom had just signed that week) are gonna beat ’em deep?  Or that, if Philly sacked Kitna eight times by playing a blitzing four-man front, maybe they should ditch their own 3-4 for a week?  Hmmmmmm?
This week:  1-0 – PFW achieved.  (Yeah, I know it’s only a one-game week, but remember UBuffalo let me down on one of those a few weeks back.  So it counts.  Neener.  (grin))  Overall:  57-17.
The PFW returns Friday, when I once again make fun of The Greatest Ever Quarterback Ever In the History Of Ever, Ever™, Fat Wilma’s Little Kid.