Look Guys. . . .

I guess I just have an active imagination, but I consider myself pretty good at getting mental images of various things and events. To set the stage for this one, I guess you need to read this.

OK, so now you know what she did. Here's what I think he (Tony Romo) did.

First of all, I envision him at his home. He's up early because he knows she's going to be on Good Morning America and he wants to see how she does. So he's diddling around his home, having breakfast, getting dressed, showering, etc. and not necessarily in that order. The television is on and finally she's on TV. There's a glitch when she's not able to hear herself because of something wrong with the sound system or the settings. At any rate, he hears her say "Go Cowboys". His head snaps towards the television. He knows she's in Philadelphia. Then he hears her say "That's next week! We're gonna kick your butts, too!"

Now, females don't quite understand the male/macho need to not be embarassed by your woman. Tony Romo is riding a wave of success in the NFL, a man's game. His team is mentioned daily right now as being the most probable team to represent the NFC in the Superbowl. Romo's the field general. He is the most macho of the macho. He's a good looking guy, making tons of money, and leading one of the hottest teams in the NFL. When Tony Romo speaks, everyone listens. To say that Tony Romo wouldn't have a problem finding a dinner date is a huge understatement. There are probably thousands, if not millions of females who would trade places with Jessica Simpson in a heartbeat. But he picked Jessica.

And now, she's opened up her mouth.

It's not like he can pretend it didn't happen. It was on Good Morning America. I think they record their viewership in bazillions or gozillions, I forget which.

So he can't hide from it. He remembers last year when she showed up for the Philly game wearing the pink shirt. And the Cowboys lost 10-6. The Jessica Curse was announced. Now she's told all Philly fans, plus the team, plus most of the civilized world that "We're gonna kick your butts, too!"

It's Tuesday, and there's no practice, so Tony decides that since it's 5 o'clock somewhere, he'll have a beer. He spends the rest of the day going about his business, but her words linger in his mind all day long.

Wednesday morning arrives and he gets up, does the breakfast/shaving/getting dressed/etc. thing again and heads to Valley Ranch. When he parks his car, he lingers for a few minutes, knowing the guys are going to be in there, knowing there's no way he's getting out of the locker room without someone saying something. It would be be a travesty of maleness if someone didn't bring it up. He knows it's coming. So he gathers up the courage and goes inside.

He walks in the locker room and notices that conversations cease, sees guys looking at each other. There's not many guys smiling or joking. What few are seem to stop as he walks to his locker.

Finally, the inevitable. . . . one of the guys says "Man, can't you keep that bitch quiet?"

Someone else says "they (the Eagles) probably have that sh** taped on their wall".

Tony can feel the heat of the red flush of embarassment creep up his neck and into his face.

Someone says "Man, you need to control her better than you're doing."

Now we're talking loss of manhood here. This is a male society, macho, manly. Men should not be dealing with the aftermath of some silly woman running her mouth. Tony knows they're right. He didn't control his woman.

Someone else says something, but Tony is so deep in thought the words don't register.

Finally, he turns to the crowd that has gathered and sees all eyes on him. He looks down at his shoes for a brief second and says "Look guys. . . it's just good pu**y." He looks at the crowd, lips somewhat pursed, shrugs his shoulders and turns back to his locker.

The guys look at each other. For a moment no one says anything. Then one guy shrugs his shoulders and kind of nods his head. More heads begin to nod. Someone says "OK, I can see that". The crowd breaks up and everyone goes about their business.

Tony sighs in relief. The embarassment is over. He explained the whole thing with four words. He's still a man. He's still the king of the Cowboys.