Bottle Some Of That Ro-Mojo, Baby!

Call it Romomentum, Ro-mojo, Romorific...or whatever you like, but there is something special about this Tony Romo kid, who cannot seem to wipe the possum-eating-peat seed grin off his face. And why not grin...from ear to ear? He's got the world by the tail, NFL defenses by the throat, and the city of Dallas by the heart.

Who knows how far it can carry a club that seems to be defenseless against the pass? If we could bottle that Mojo and feed it intravenously to a couple of cornerbacks and safeties...and maybe a linebacker or two, we might be talking Super Bowl.

Instead, Cowboys fans will have to settle for the magical, mystical Romachine on the offensive side of the ball and offer fervent prayers for divine intervention on the other side. Who knows how far this thing will take them? But the ride looks to be worth the price of admission.