The Giants were also hurt by their lack of downfield speed, a shortcoming exposed on their longest play of the day, Simms's 47-yard completion to wideout Chris Calloway in the second quarter. After the catch, Calloway broke away from the pursuit and then, mysteriously, slowed to make a cut with no one in front of him. He was caught from behind. Failure in the red zone was a problem, as it had been against the Jets. The book on the Giants must now read, Get them in long yardage and they can be had.
It would have been a perfect day for the Cowboys except for one jarring note: As Aikman was sprinting away from defensive end Keith Hamilton with 9:30 left in the third quarter, his left hamstring popped and he was through for the day. He may be out for another week.
Said Aikman, "I'd never pulled anything, so I don't know what the rehab is like. The docs told me it wasn't serious."
"Why don't you call Joe Montana and find out what to do about it?" someone said.
"I didn't call him when I had a bad back, so I don't think I'll call him now, either," Aikman replied.
So for a week the Cowboy fortunes are in the hands of 27-year-old Jason Garrett, whose father, Jim, is a Dallas scout. Jason was once going to be Columbia's greatest quarterback since Sid Luckman, Paul Governali or Marty Domres, but he went to Princeton when his coach—his father—resigned under fire as Columbia's coach.
And the Phoenix Cardinals, next on the Cowboys' agenda, are licking their chops at the prospects of a shot at the club that has revived the old America's Team thing. In September, when the Cowboys were 0-2 and Emmitt was back home in Florida, when Dallas pass rusher Charles Haley was knocking holes in locker room walls in frustration and owner Jerry Jones was the stingiest guy in Texas, everyone was writing Dallas off. On Sunday, Jones stood on the podium with Landry and everyone cheered. They forget quickly when you're 6-2.