Perhaps sensing that there's a void to be filled as America's dreamiest quarterback with Tom Brady on the shelf for a year, Tony Romo is stepping up his game. He's talented, he's devilishly handsome, and he's self-effacing. And while he may lack the manicured Euro-charm that allows Tom Brady to hold a goat and still ooze sex, Tony Romo is one hell of a nice guy.

An older couple had a blown tire miles from their house outside of Dallas, and with their portable air-compressor thingamagjig malfunctioning, they sat there stranded while dozens and dozens of cars passed them. That is, until a wholesome and handsome young stud pulled up and offered his assistance. It was Romo.

This was after a game earlier in the day in Cleveland, after he suffered a busted-up chin, and after the flight home from Cleveland to Dallas.

That's just a very sweet thing to do. And I'll just go ahead and admit it ... I probably wouldn't have stopped. I'd have seen the stranded couple, felt bad for them, maybe considered it for a second, and then said to myself, "I don't know anything about cars, I'm tired, it's dark, my chin hurts, I just want to get home, and that woman is neither young, hot, or single," and I'd have rolled on past. Sorry. I don't know. Maybe I'd have surprised myself, but that's my best guess as to what would've happened.

And Romo didn't say a word about his good deed to anybody. No one in the Cowboys organization even knew about it until yesterday. The Star-Telegram only found out about it because the lady sent them an e-mail.

Notice has been served, Handsome Tom. You are not irreplaceable.