I am in a minority and maybe a minority of a minority. I do not hate Jerry Jones. I dislike him but more importantly, I pity him.
Jones is a multibillionaire, who has achieved great notoriety along the way. He did a lot of hard work to get where he is.
However, Jones is a prisoner of his own narcissism. What he has achieved, both fame and fortune, would highly likely be much more in abundance if not for the simple self-sacrifice of surrendering his football management.
Another general manager could have led to better combinations of coaches and players than what he has tried-and-failed to put together. He knows this. Why. Because his steadfast self-denial that no one else could do what he did in the early-to-mid 90s has netted him thirty years of so-so results.
Jones overexaggerated his qualifications for running a football franchise by believing '500 coaches' can win championships if he were involved doing more than simply signing paychecks. He overinflates his self-importance about anything. Anyone thinks that is a false claim? Go to DallasCowboys.com and
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Gratifying a narcissist is the worst thing. Getting elected to the Pro Football Hall of Fame likely killed any chance of Jones awakening from his self-delusion. The man believes his peers think no one else can guide his franchise to another Super Bowl.
Jones is a legend in his own mind. He could have easily been a legend in many peoples' minds if he had the internal fortitude to control his worst enemy: himself. Pitiful.