The Giants are grasping. The Redskins are trapped. The Eagles are mistaken. And the Cowboys drift in limbo. Ifs and buts drip from the NFC East rafters, but there's nothing handy to keep them from seeping through the floor. The whole division sits in a purgatorial position, not bad enough to stink, but not good enough to matter. Nobody's making any sense. Snyder continues to throw darts blindly, despite his fatally flawed franchise quarterback. Mara watches his team wither in age and poor drafting. Lurie wrestles with a team not built right to play with the big boys and locked into Boy Genius' egomaniacal and unproven madness. And then there's Jerry, driven daily by a single thought in his rapidly aging mind. "One more, please, that they can't credit to Jimmy." Valley Ranch smells of desperation. Jerry doesn't draft centers or release Demarcus Wareseses. He doesn't miss opportunities to dive head-long into spotlights, or miss chances to steal headlines. He doesn't defer, and he doesn't apologize. Least of which, he does not bide his time through the offseason. So what are we to make of this offseason? Is this quiet confidence? Or, is this uh-oh, duck? Perhaps it's just a big "I don't know". I don't know. Dallas is more mysterious than the other three. All I know is that I see four first-place teams that could finish last, and four last-place teams that could finish first. Mediocrity and parity crystallized and defined by the NFC East.