I know, I know, you don’t even have to tell me. Even Suzyn Waldman thought this was a little much. But some of you hard cases oughta know there are persons who find this sort of thing refreshing.

Not me, but they’re out there.

Amanda from You Go Live In Utah, however, has a somewhat more reasoned take on Dallas’ flameout.

A team that gets cocky two-thirds of the way into the season and decides to phone in games whilst dreaming of banging hotties in Cabo is a one-and-done playoff team. So I am proud of the Cowboys. They played exactly as they were expected to play based upon the final four or five games of the regular season.

I pray that for the Tony Romos, Jason Wittens and Jerry Jones of the world lucrative endorsement deals for everything from pizza to satellite bundles to corrective eye surgery are enough to dull the pain of being outed as a franchise who doesn’t have what it takes to make it past the first round of the playoffs.

The only dangerous part now is the temptation to placate myself by remembering that the Mavs are really starting to pick up some steam. Yeah, there’s a great idea: transfer your sports loyalty from the Cowboys to the only other franchise that can give them a run for their money in the ChokeMaster competition.