The timing of the Sam Hurd misfortunes is neither coincidence or happen-stance. It's by design, as is all God's work, and as usual there are fronts and platforms to mask and hide the true intentions and the hearts of people. Sam just happens to be the latest human example of 'you can run but never hide.' There is always 'one' who is going to know every step, motive and action. One can never escape the conscience.
In the wake of Hurd's Windy City arrest and with Santa in full "checking it twice" mode, there should be multiple constituents of the Dallas Cowboys roster who feel more than a little unrest heading into tonight's showdown with the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The great unknown will remain who is on the 'Hurd List.' That massive shoe will fall at a later date when all the negotiations, posturing and back-stabbing have settled like a new-fallen snow. It's the Santa List, depicting Pigskin Fraudulence, that takes center stage in the pirate ship that currently commands all the attention.
See, this list is long and distinguished. The Cowboys are immature, undisciplined, thin and talent-deprived. Like it or not, the mask is being pulled off by the ever-revealing December slate. Remember the 'you can run but never hide' reference above? The Dallas Cowboys have been run down from behind, and no unit has been more exposed than the Cowboys Defense. September was pure smoke and mirrors, Fool's Gold, and unfamiliarity. Once tape rolled in opposition film rooms, all the warts, blemishes and band-aids came rushing to the surface. 
The curtain is being pulled back at the most critical juncture in the 2011 season. The only question remaining is how much 'intestinal and testicular' fortitude resides in these players. All the props and costumes are gone. Like scripture, all are beckoned and asked to come 'naked,' unhindered and in full-view.
A failed battle on the Tampa Bay deck will produce 'mutiny' of epic proportions, from front office to the fandom. It will be swash-buckling to the likes of Earl Flynn. This team has a sudden and frightening 'finishing' disorder. In the span of a month they have set franchise fourth quarter meltdown records not seen in 51 years of existence. The recent weeks have produced 'train-wreck watching' episodes that are unmatched in any reality TV circles. It has been epic failure and character fleecing of the cruelest nature. Playoff-bound teams resemble a Christmas-delivered, quality-materialed, erector set not an unraveling, knit-one, pearl-two sweater concoction from Aunt Martha. Sure, Sam Hurd has bigger problems than any failed playoff attempts, but, none-the-less, the music must be faced and the mirror consulted.
The Truth (cold, hard and cleansing) will set you free......
