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I have a Jerry Jones story for you.
At the Pro Football Hall of Fame ceremonies two weeks ago, Jones went to a couple of Friday night parties for the enshrinees, including Gil Brandt and the late Pat Bowlen. Those parties are swanky affairs, and Jones, who can converse with any person having even the slightest thing to do with the NFL, never short-shrifts a conversation or blows anyone off. He takes photos with anyone, talks to anyone. On this night, as every returning Hall of Famer does, Jones wore his Hall of Fame gold jacket with great pride. He never quite got to the buffet line at either party. He never ate dinner.
It got to be very late, around 3 a.m., and the parties were ending, and Jones said his goodbyes. Accompanied by veteran PR aide/wingman Rich Dalrymple, Jones got in his car. He was famished. So he stopped at a convenience store in Canton. This is not a sight often seen in a 24-hour food mart in Canton, Ohio—a Pro Football Hall of Famer in his Hall blazer coming in at 3 in the morning. Jones asked the gal at the place, Would it be possible to put a couple of those hot dogs on the grill for me? Well, yes. Yes it would. So Jones and Dalrymple waited a few minutes for the dogs to get cooked on one of those circular grills that keeps hot dogs hot and blistered for hours, and Jones paid for them, and they got back in the car. Then the Dallas owner proudly wearing his Hall of Fame blazer ate dinner. At 3:30 a.m., a couple of fast-food hot dogs can be quite delicious for a starving man, even a yellow-jacketed one.
I have a Jerry Jones story for you.
At the Pro Football Hall of Fame ceremonies two weeks ago, Jones went to a couple of Friday night parties for the enshrinees, including Gil Brandt and the late Pat Bowlen. Those parties are swanky affairs, and Jones, who can converse with any person having even the slightest thing to do with the NFL, never short-shrifts a conversation or blows anyone off. He takes photos with anyone, talks to anyone. On this night, as every returning Hall of Famer does, Jones wore his Hall of Fame gold jacket with great pride. He never quite got to the buffet line at either party. He never ate dinner.
It got to be very late, around 3 a.m., and the parties were ending, and Jones said his goodbyes. Accompanied by veteran PR aide/wingman Rich Dalrymple, Jones got in his car. He was famished. So he stopped at a convenience store in Canton. This is not a sight often seen in a 24-hour food mart in Canton, Ohio—a Pro Football Hall of Famer in his Hall blazer coming in at 3 in the morning. Jones asked the gal at the place, Would it be possible to put a couple of those hot dogs on the grill for me? Well, yes. Yes it would. So Jones and Dalrymple waited a few minutes for the dogs to get cooked on one of those circular grills that keeps hot dogs hot and blistered for hours, and Jones paid for them, and they got back in the car. Then the Dallas owner proudly wearing his Hall of Fame blazer ate dinner. At 3:30 a.m., a couple of fast-food hot dogs can be quite delicious for a starving man, even a yellow-jacketed one.
