A good coach knows what each player’s strengths are. You can have a team of highly talented people, but they may not work well together, they may not click. When you do have a team who connects, who has this sixth sense of knowing where to be and where the ball is going to be thrown, it’s like magic.
I love the Cowboys. I’ve been a fan my whole life. Every game, I hope for a win. Every season, I hope for the playoffs. I see the odds, I know the other teams, their offenses and defenses and even when I know we’re going to lose a game, I still hope, I still watch, I still cheer. Because every once in a while, everything falls into place and everyone is on their game even when the odds aren’t in our favor.
Aikman, Smith and Irvin had an incredible connection that was beautiful to watch. I’ve only felt that kind of connection with one person – that giddy, pinch me, butterflies, climb mountains, I’m-on-vacation-and-never-want-to-leave, I’ll-do-anything-to-see-you-smile feeling. Even though all of those connections are over, it was incredible to have experienced it. I still hope to see another one for myself and for my Cowboys, but if not, the memories are amazing.
Will we see another dynasty like that? Who knows. Will I ever have that connection with someone again? Who knows.
But just like when that ball is released into the air on a third and long play (because you better be throwing that ball if you need more than 10 yards and the defense is tighter than your rich uncle), I bite my lip, hold my breath, hope and wait…