This site now has sunk to the depths of a franchise with no hope.
Football has lost its flavor. The months of the year that bring the most joy for me are now simply the tedium of a GM that is so stubborn he ignores making the needed changes, the Player Personal VP is a chip off the old dried bull patty. And a head coach that now exhibits the traits of a man promoted three slots over his ability, has no answers, is not a leader, has no inkling of strategizing to offset the other team's plans, and a team full of walking wounded.
The prospect of 11 months until the 2020 seasons begins just sucks the air right out of me, like a punch to the gut.
The fact that even that possibility of better times encompasses the truth that nothing will change. The people responsible for our anguish will still be at the helm of the ship, setting a course for nowhere.
We are in a free fall, with no ground below us, and dropping in a vacuum where our screams of frustration cannot be heard by anyone who gives a damn.
They will galvanize at some point to win enough games this season to miss out on the premium players in the coming draft. Mediocre begets second-rate. Not enough to crash and cash-in on the possibility of bringing in quality talent. Not enough to pull your franchise out of the Groundhog's Day of damaged goods created by a man who suffers from a karma of his own making, and so unaware of self to see he causes all the pain the fans feel. And never actually making the play-offs and winning something more than last place in the tournament is the supreme insult for a franchise that was once the apex of this league.
The owner's solace is billions.
Our affliction is between 6-10 and 8-8.
We are who we think we are.
I was there the first few seasons when Laundry was a curse word in Dallas.
I was there losing to Cleveland two years straight and being labeled Next Year's Team.
I was there for the loss to the Colts when two horrific calls changed the outcome.
I was there for both losses to the Steelers.
I was there for the F****** Catch.
I was there for the 3-13 season.
I was there for Landry's firing.
I have been there for every one of these 23 lousy seasons of heartbreak and in some cases outright embarrassment.
And at no time, not even the first hour after the F****** Catch did I feel like this.This despair of nothingness, because nothing ever really changes.
They say repeating the same behavior expecting different results is the definition of insanity. I don't know that it is true.
But if so, I am related to everyone on this site who believes the Cowboys are the only real franchise, and the rest are poor carbon copies.
Which makes this the Asylum of the Crazy Mofos.
At least I am in good company.