HOCKEY! The Dallas Stars fought the good fight but fell in the final game, rather horrendously, to the Saint Louis Blues. Maybe it was just a team failing. Maybe it was a classic chokejob in front of the home crowd. Or maybe, just maybe, Tony Romo is a voodoo curse. Romo was at game 7. This isn’t the only time Romo has shown up at a sporting event in support of some team and that team tragically lost. The Romo curse is real. Romo is the grim reaper, a signal of death, a sign of the end times. If Romo comes to your sporting event, and roots for you, it’s like seeing a dove die in the coal mines. Your time is short. He’s been a signal of his own team’s demise for so long. So much hope the Romo has given Dallas fans. Years of heartbreak at the end of games in the most tragic of fashion, only to look like he’s finally earned respect…then with Dallas going into the most anticipated season in recent memory, he broke. The Romo curse is real.

We can only pray Romo never retires. Right now his curse is stuck in sports. What happens when Romo is set loose on normal life? How do we know many tragedies have resulted from Romo being in the vicinity? What happens if Romo sits in on a UN meeting? What if Romo gets named ambassador to some country? What if Romo attends political rally? (Shit, someone send Romo to a Trump rally, on the double). We can’t afford Romo in public. Romo was born on April 21st, 1980. John Lennon was shot in December. Coincidence? I really don’t want to point any fingers but when the shoe fits…

Romo is the 4th horseman of the apocalypse. Romo is patient zero. Romo is the name of the meteor that hits. R.O.M.O is the robot who gains consciousness. Romo is death. Romo comes for us all.