Jerry Jones's lack of respect for the traditions that made the Cowboys great is little secret. From his firing of Coach Landry (and that's really the fault of Bum Bright, who turned down a higher offer so Landry would get axed, Thanks Aggies) to letting Texas Stadium rot so he could get the taxpayers to build him a new stadium to his continual meddling in areas that Mr. Murchison didn't know existed, Jones has shown little respect for the old traditions.
As much as that pisses me off, it's fair. After all, Jones is little more than a yokel who got lucky on some gas leases. You shouldn't expect him to appreciate anything he didn't have a hand in. But Jerry doesn't respect his own legacy either. He's won with two coaches, Johnson and Parcells. He won by getting the hell out of Jimmy's way and letting him coach. But he'd rather lose than see someone else get the glory.
And then there is Owens. Jones signed him after this man practically took a shit in the star in Texas Stadium. But as long as he can give Jerry a quick tingle, doesn't matter. This week he might have hit rock bottom. Rob Ryan is not only a loud mouth braggart in the mold of his brother, he's the son of Buddy Ryan. Remember Buddy? Forget that he refused to call off the dogs in 1985 when the Bears were crucifying Dallas. Buddy was the one who put bounties on Cowboy players.
And this happened on Jerry's watch. But Jerry doesn't care. Ryan is a hot name. So Jerry will ride it for a while. I guess he plays a 3-4, since that's what the team is built for, though his daddy thought that defense was for powder puff games. And since George Allen is dead and his son is an idiot, I reckon we can look forward to Dick Vermeil's tenure as head coach.
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