ARLINGTON, Texas — Jerry threw open the doors, and seemingly everybody came to the new Arlington house, more actually than would fit, but there’s nowhere else in the world where 105,121 humans could gather, more or less, under a roof, open or not.

With fans spilling out of both end-zone plazas and watching from somewhere out there in the night, it was a historic NFL moment in terms of the massive structure and the attendance number.
None of that came as a surprise. Otherwise . . .
It has been mentioned more than once that Mr. Jones is a great builder of everything except a football team. But despite a multitude of on-the-field failures stretching back to the first Clinton administration, what happened Sunday night will definitely rank as the largest party-poop ever.
It was disgraceful. It was stunningly clueless and inept. And that’s already enough about Tony Romo.
When it was over, the New York Giants were swinging from Jerry’s chandeliers after a 33-31 victory, courtesy of Lawrence Tynes’ 37-yard field goal at the final gun.
Big games — for September, this was one — are normally won by the team with the best quarterback, and without a doubt, Eli Manning proved that with a precision last possession drive down the field to set up the game winning boot.
It came against a Dallas defense that had spent most of the night attempting to dig out from under mindless Romo interceptions, three in all, but it seemed like a dozen. Man, was Tony bad.
Yet, in the end, the Cowboys defense also left Wade Phillips totally embarrassed. Will he ever get it fixed? Not like this, he won’t.
The big question coming in:
Could the Cowboys stop the Giants running game?
Funny thing is, they did.
But then came massive leakage in the other area. Manning went upstairs, relying on untested, questionable receivers, or at least that was supposed to be the case. Against the Cowboys defense, however, those receivers passed all tests, with no questions left to ask afterward.
All of a sudden, Mario Manningham is a star, coming off the bench to consistently be open, and consistently be clutch for Manning. But Mario wasn’t alone.
It was receiver after receiver.
And if Romo was the killer for the Cowboys’ offense, then the two names on defense that ended on as F-Troop members were a surprise.
Terence Newman is supposed to be the best cornerback the Cowboys have. He was maybe the worst Sunday night. The Giants came right out throwing at Newman, and he never really gave them a reason to stop.
Second-best corner? That, of course, is Orlando Scandrick. Also drilled by Manning and his receivers, but Orlando also added a tackling problem to his list of woes.
When your corners are torched, and your quarterback is pitiful, aren’t you suppose to lose? A little pressure on Manning from the Cowboys defensive front would have helped. A lot of thing would have helped.
The nightmare started early but the worst was saved for the very end. The Cowboys had taken a 31-30 lead and the Giants immediately got a holding penalty on first down after the kickoff.
They started from the 15. Manning made it look easy.
He passed for 12, then 11, then 13, then six, then eight, then 12. He hit Steve Smith three times.
All of this put Tynes in position for the chip shot and the victory.
What had been a roaring crowd was reduced to cursing on the way out the exits.
As bad as it was, it’s worse when the guys who have to be your best players—say, the quarterback; say the cornerbacks—have such miserable evenings.
In the end, the loss came back to Romo’ pathetic performance. The defense, however, couldn’t hold up its end of the bargain.
“The bottom line is I have to get better with the mistakes I made,” said Romo, in an understatement.
He’s so right. But the same can be said for many on defense.