The Cowboys Flew In Their Own Benches For Today's Game At FedEx Field

Football is a funny thing, right? It's all pageantry and theatrics and dramatics, wrapped into a sport, supported by a cult. Grown men painting their faces, leading chants, worshipping super-human men, the greatest athletes in the world, as they try to physically dominate their opposition. A player, a human being, leaves the field with a head injury that will cut his life short by 20 years and we clap and 10 seconds later it's next man up, a new play, and we completely forget we just saw someone take a headshot that will turn his brain into soup. When you boil down football to its base level, it's all very strange. And that's how you end up with a god damn BENCH being the lead story on a Sunday morning. A BENCH. A bench hasn't gotten this type of coverage since Forrest Gump was telling tales of the Vietnam War on one. A motherfucking BENCH is the story this morning. A BENCH. I feel like Allen Iverson talking about practice....we're talking about a bench? Really? A bench? Not the game, played by 6'4, 250 pound physical specimens who run at each other at full speed...but a bench? Until the bench and the symbolism and whatever else you want to call it is lurking at free safety about to take Terry McLaurin's head off, I cannot start to care about what impact a bench will have on the game. People are furious about this, meanwhile everyone should take a second to breathe and to laugh at the absurdity of it.  "Oh shit, did you see what those motherfuckers are SITTING ON today???!!". At the end of the day, it's a bench. It's a petty, albeit funny move from Jerry and Mike McCarthy. Credit to them. But it doesn't play football. Mike McCarthy will still need to coach today. And unless the bench can call plays, I am not worried about it at all.