More than enough ink has already been
spilled on Tony Romo's Mexican vacation and his subsequent failure to
record his first playoff win with the Dallas Cowboys, but it's time for
a little sanity to be restored.
Much as we hate to (even indirectly) defend Jessica Simpson, it's mindless media piling-on to suggest that a two-day vacation in Cabo with a faded pop star and a few teammates, during Romo's off-time, and a full week-and-a-half before the Giants playoff game, had anything to do with Romo's inconsistent performance.
Sportswriters are remarkable hypocrites. They celebrate the swashbuckling memories of Joe Namath, Paul Hornung, and Kenny Stabler, guys who liked to tie one on the night before a game, preferably in the company of a star-struck young lady. Just a few months ago, when Super Bowl I hero Max McGee passed away, writers laughed about how McGee was hung over for the Super Bowl, and found himself having to play after the Packers' starting wide receiver suffered an injury. McGee played for the ultimate disciplinarian, Vince Lombardi, and even Lombardi couldn't keep him in line before the biggest game of the year.
Compared to such behavior, doesn't Romo's across-the-border romp seem pretty tame? Without a question, Romo's late-season letdowns have become a concern, with his September-November record as a starter a glittering 15-2, and his December-January record a less-than-glittering 4-7. But it's safe to say that the Giants' second-half pass rush (and Patrick Crayton's drops) had much more to do with Romo's frustrations on Sunday than his much-publicized vacation.