At the start of the Dallas Cowboys 2014 season, my family took in a rambunctious kitten. I immediately named him after my favorite player. Little “Romo” had the energy and elusiveness of his namesake. My wife promptly vetoed the name, instead allowing a compromise: “Dallas.”
“What are you going to do when Tony Romo is no longer a Dallas Cowboy?”, she asked. Blasphemy! Romo was at the top of his game. And, I argued, my best friend had a dog named Marino long after former Miami Dolphins’ quarterback Dan Marino retired.