Tony Romo kept his head a couple of games ago against the Redskins.
Cowboys led by five, late in the game, and Redskin defensive end Phillip Daniels grabbed Romo, who considered flinging a pass then thought better of it. Romo took the sack, the Dallas Cowboys punted and went on to victory.
Romo talked about his wise choice, then sort of grinned and came clean.
"I'm the last guy to talk about making the right choice when you're going down,” Romo said.
Not true. That distinction goes to the guy who comes to Texas Stadium on Thursday night for the NFC game of the year.
Dallas-Green Bay. This is going to be fun. In a league of robotic quarterbacks, a league where Tom Brady and Peyton Manning make one mistake a month, here comes Favre, the old gunslinger, and Romo, his protégé, quarterbacking the way Jerry Lee Lewis played the piano. The way Tony Stewart drives a car.
Romo is the new Favre. Quarterbacks who play the way we all did in the backyard. Quarterbacks who don't stay between the lines.
You Dallas fans, think back three games ago, at the Meadowlands against the Giants. Dallas touchdown No. 1 came off a Romo scramble, when he appeared ready to cross the line of scrimmage and take a slide, but at the last moment shot-putted a pass to Tony Curtis for a 15-yard touchdown.
Closest thing to a screwball I've seen on the gridiron. And pure Favre, who has quarterbacked his way into NFL lore and Wisconsin hearts with unconventional tactics. Favre has thrown 436 touchdown passes, some of them underhanded, many of them sidearmed and more than a few falling on his back.
Now comes Romo, Elisha to Favre's Elijah, quarterbacking the same way, throwing more than his share of dubious passes, but taking over a storied franchise.