The cornering of Jerry Jones
Is there any bigger beating than hearing the age-old, dead-horse-beating comment, "Jerry the owner needs to fire Jerry the GM." It just sucks the life force out of us all because we know how pointless it is to even discuss.
Instead, I just rail on the guy here, there, and everywhere, hoping against all hope. I utterly detest him for what he's done to this franchise, both in image and display, and I hate that I spend so much time hating what Jerry and his fantasy football team do over and over and over.
Mostly, I hate that I keep coming back for more out of some romantic connection with a past long since gone.
Or is it?
Something is happening, though I'm not sure exactly what. Last week, a very audible chant broke out in the stadium..."NO MORE JER-RY". This, after the loudest boos ever heard at Cowboys Stadium when Jerry's face was on the big screen for Breast Cancer Awareness month. The local airwaves have a vitriole and a seething bite that I've never heard around here. 50/50 is now 95/5, and not in a good way for Jerry.
The anti-Jerry sentiment has exponentially grown to a point now that I don't think can be undone with any amount of success. You can sense that even the players, coaches, and Jerry's FAMILY are caught up in it, and more importantly, tired of being a part of it.
I'd bet dollars to donuts that Romo wishes he could move on to another team. Same for much of the team, and the same for the coaches, who wallow in Jerry's muddy shadow all day every day. The luster of the star is gone, and the trouble is no longer worth the former "honor" of wearing it.
Nope, Dallas ain't the Glory Hole it once was.
This has to be wearing on Jerry. TV and radio ratings are sharply down. Attendance is starting to dwindle, and those who are there are largely rooting for the other team. The shine of the new stadium is worn off. Kids around town couldn't care less about the team. Even kicking the Cowboys is getting boring for the rivals.
The brand is just dead. Same players year after year. Same coaches. Same imbecile running it all. The offense is futile, while the defense wilts weekly on queue. You can copy-and-paste seasons from the past decade randomly, and nothing looks any different. What's the difference between 2003, 2009, and 2012? Heck if I know.
But there seemingly is nowhere left for Jerry to turn. He has to do something, but what? Another ho-hum coach? Another cool wide receiver? Play Kyle Orton and get a couple draft picks for Romo?
Truth is, there's nothing left for Jerry the GM to do that will change anything. Apathy is out of control. Even those that still care aren't mustering the same angst they once did. Shrugging indifference about the Cowboys never seemed possible, but apparently it is.
So what next? How's Jerry the Salesman going to sell this pig yet again? Even if the roster improves and the team is better next year, isn't the malignancy of Jerry and the past decade too advanced for 10-6 to cure?
Surely, Jerry must know that there's only one facelift that will fix this, and it won't be another one for his mug. The damage is finally and completely done. Jerry has managed to tear down the Roman Empire of the NFL and reduce it to rubble's rubble. All that's left is for others to dance on its grave.
The man is cornered. No way out. Unless he does the unthinkable.
Step down, Jerry. If not for you and us, for your kids' sake. Let us all learn to love you again.