On full display last night were two actual professional TEAMS, collectively working, pouring everything out they had, to break the will of the opposition and impose their own collective will over them. Neither team nearly as loaded with player personnel talent as Dallas is, but both teams far better managed and far better coached. Not one loafer out there last night. Not one slob with his jersey untucked. Not one prima donna with fucking jewelry on - no fucking earrings or nose bars. (Dez and Zeke, hello?) Because they were dressed for business and thinking of their teammates not themselves, not their own junky-assed street cred. It's chemistry, esprit de corps we haven't seen in Dallas since Jimmy left.