Well, if this is the dress rehersal, I’ve one question:  Is Dallas that good, or is Minnehaha that bad?
Dallas 23, at Minnesota 17
Green Bay 24, at Indianapolis 21
at Detroit 34, New England 10
New Orleans 40, at Oakland 20
Da Raiiii-duhs will be able to move the ball this year.  Problem is, so will all their opponents.
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You heard it here first:  Watch out for Detroit.  They get into the playoffs this year – and I promise you, effin’ no one  wants to play them.
Stafford’s the real deal (12-14-200), the defense is kicking ass, and Nick Fairley hasn’t even suited up yet.
You wanna try to move the ball on this front seven?  Hell, if I’m Deet’s def-co, I play six  in the box just so I can get an extra DB in my base defense.
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Memo to widdle Mikey McCarthy:  Pretty chintzy, dude, going for the onside kick on the last possession.
Yeah, it worked this time – but just try that in the regular season. Would serve you right if someone recovered it and ran it in while you weren’t looking, just like Dallas did to Philthy a couple years back.
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Today, Dallas committed a major error, cutting ties with center-guard Andre Gurode, while keeping failed-bit lump o’ lard Montrae Holland, who isn’t fit to block Gurode’s jock.
Third-string center Kevin Kowalski played well enough during the ViQueen game to allow Romo (15-20-141) to complete a few good ones to Dez Bryant.  Some chemistry developing there – it had better, because Miles Austin may turn out to be a walking MASH unit this year.
Gerald Sensabaugh blocked a field goal try leading to one Dallas touchdown, then intercepted a tipped pass from The Universe’s Greatest Ever Quarterback Ever In The Storied History Of Ever, Ever™, Donna McCrabbs, to help lead Dallas to the win.
The PFW will return Thursday, when they start to count for real, and we’ll be looking for the imminent release of Lump-o’-Lard Holland.  The Cowgirlz had best cut him, if they want to be taken seriously.
Denizens, we start the week off with some fantastic news.
Today is the Vicar’s wedding day…plus 31 years. (A little Paul Harvey lingo, there.)
Congrats, bride & groom!