Our winter of disconnect

[GimmeTheBall!]

Mens, womans, cubicle dwellers, security guards, workaday louts and football analysts:

There are big lies in this world. That we'd have jet packs by now. that CDs would last forever and were better than cassette tapes. That you'd wonder where the yellow went. That when Jackie started dating Krushchez it would promote world peace.

Well, all of us were destined to be disappointed. But at the time we had something to look forward to. Winning seasons by the Cowboys. Super Bowls. Free lunches.

Things half changed.

This winter, if we don't somehow back into the playoffs, it will be extra disappointing.
I don't recall when expectations half been so high entering a new season. Ware was coming back. Lee seemed to be a monster in the making. And there was spectrulation that the slackers Ratliff and Spence would indeed play ball for us with renewed vigormortis. Our secondary seemed to be jelling with Megellin. Certainly, Carr and Claiborne would be the new "it" corners of the NFL east if not the NFL. Carter? We knew he'd be a monster. Hatcher was in the wings, waiting to prove his worth. And on and on.

I wont go into detail about what we expected from our offense. Dez. Romo. Austin. Murray. Frederick. Nuff said.

Then, to make my toes curl even more, there was talk of a "secret sauce."

So, here, at the orphanage, we all thought we'd be halfing a Super Bowl party in February. Little Davy said he wanted a Super Bowl program. Little Annie wanted a Tony Romo Super Bowl kitchen play kit.

That seemed so long ago.

Now, as the frozen tundra of North Texas sheds its green for the somber hue most favored by the Four Norsemen of Apocalypse, we find ourselves in familiar territory: The prospect of sitting at home watching Denver play Seattle in the Super Bowl. Not us.

That is not to say I half thrown in the trowel and given up on the half-built wall.
But it seems the air half been taken out of my sails.

Jerra fail us. Callahan fail us. Slackers of the defense fails us. Lee and Ware and Carter fails us. Dez drops balls (in the rare instances that he gets one thown his way) and Garrett seems caught between Jerra and coaching the way he really wants to coach.

Jerra half pushed us to the brink, mens and womans.

This is not a fan who will turns his back on his team. I will never do that. Besides, I half too much invested in jerseys, merchandise and Jerra photos.

But this I will do. I will go out into the digital world to spread the hope that fans will arise and tell Jerra, with their hard-earned dollars, that the Cowboys is bigger than him. My hope this coming year is to rally fans -- true fans -- to the cause of convincing Jerra to step aside as he once did briefly when Parcells came on board.

It is that or 8-8 finishes ever year.

As one who felt like crying when Jackie dropped that ball in the end zone or when Romo bobbled the ball against Seattle, I half too much invested to just shrug my manly shoulders.
I will go down fighting. Let no one said gimme just took this guff lying down from Jerra.
I hope your good fans out there will be proactive this offseason to see that the word get out to Jerra.

Time to stand down Jerra, because the tears of a clown demand it.

 

[kirkjrk]

Mens, womans, cubicle dwellers, security guards, workaday louts and football analysts:

There are big lies in this world. That we'd have jet packs by now. that CDs would last forever and were better than cassette tapes. That you'd wonder where the yellow went. That when Jackie started dating Krushchez it would promote world peace.

Well, all of us were destined to be disappointed. But at the time we had something to look forward to. Winning seasons by the Cowboys. Super Bowls. Free lunches.

Things half changed.

This winter, if we don't somehow back into the playoffs, it will be extra disappointing.
I don't recall when expectations half been so high entering a new season. Ware was coming back. Lee seemed to be a monster in the making. And there was spectrulation that the slackers Ratliff and Spence would indeed play ball for us with renewed vigormortis. Our secondary seemed to be jelling with Megellin. Certainly, Carr and Claiborne would be the new "it" corners of the NFL east if not the NFL. Carter? We knew he'd be a monster. Hatcher was in the wings, waiting to prove his worth. And on and on.

I wont go into detail about what we expected from our offense. Dez. Romo. Austin. Murray. Frederick. Nuff said.

Then, to make my toes curl even more, there was talk of a "secret sauce."

So, here, at the orphanage, we all thought we'd be halfing a Super Bowl party in February. Little Davy said he wanted a Super Bowl program. Little Annie wanted a Tony Romo Super Bowl kitchen play kit.

That seemed so long ago.

Now, as the frozen tundra of North Texas sheds its green for the somber hue most favored by the Four Norsemen of Apocalypse, we find ourselves in familiar territory: The prospect of sitting at home watching Denver play Seattle in the Super Bowl. Not us.

That is not to say I half thrown in the trowel and given up on the half-built wall.
But it seems the air half been taken out of my sails.

Jerra fail us. Callahan fail us. Slackers of the defense fails us. Lee and Ware and Carter fails us. Dez drops balls (in the rare instances that he gets one thown his way) and Garrett seems caught between Jerra and coaching the way he really wants to coach.

Jerra half pushed us to the brink, mens and womans.

This is not a fan who will turns his back on his team. I will never do that. Besides, I half too much invested in jerseys, merchandise and Jerra photos.

But this I will do. I will go out into the digital world to spread the hope that fans will arise and tell Jerra, with their hard-earned dollars, that the Cowboys is bigger than him. My hope this coming year is to rally fans -- true fans -- to the cause of convincing Jerra to step aside as he once did briefly when Parcells came on board.

It is that or 8-8 finishes ever year.

As one who felt like crying when Jackie dropped that ball in the end zone or when Romo bobbled the ball against Seattle, I half too much invested to just shrug my manly shoulders.
I will go down fighting. Let no one said gimme just took this guff lying down from Jerra.
I hope your good fans out there will be proactive this offseason to see that the word get out to Jerra.

Time to stand down Jerra, because the tears of a clown demand it.

 

[Stash]

Awesome stuff, and this fellow fan is on board to do whatever I can for the cause. In this age of the internet and social media, we should be able to organize and get things done.

I'm not one for apathy and shrugging my shoulders and 'oh well'.

If there is something I can do other than my current financial boycott, to tell this foolish old man that he is ruining the team I love, let me know and I'll be there.

 

[kirkjrk]

Mens, womans, cubicle dwellers, security guards, workaday louts and football analysts:

There are big lies in this world. That we'd have jet packs by now. that CDs would last forever and were better than cassette tapes. That you'd wonder where the yellow went. That when Jackie started dating Krushchez it would promote world peace.

Well, all of us were destined to be disappointed. But at the time we had something to look forward to. Winning seasons by the Cowboys. Super Bowls. Free lunches.

Things half changed.

This winter, if we don't somehow back into the playoffs, it will be extra disappointing.
I don't recall when expectations half been so high entering a new season. Ware was coming back. Lee seemed to be a monster in the making. And there was spectrulation that the slackers Ratliff and Spence would indeed play ball for us with renewed vigormortis. Our secondary seemed to be jelling with Megellin. Certainly, Carr and Claiborne would be the new "it" corners of the NFL east if not the NFL. Carter? We knew he'd be a monster. Hatcher was in the wings, waiting to prove his worth. And on and on.

I wont go into detail about what we expected from our offense. Dez. Romo. Austin. Murray. Frederick. Nuff said.

Then, to make my toes curl even more, there was talk of a "secret sauce."

So, here, at the orphanage, we all thought we'd be halfing a Super Bowl party in February. Little Davy said he wanted a Super Bowl program. Little Annie wanted a Tony Romo Super Bowl kitchen play kit.

That seemed so long ago.

Now, as the frozen tundra of North Texas sheds its green for the somber hue most favored by the Four Norsemen of Apocalypse, we find ourselves in familiar territory: The prospect of sitting at home watching Denver play Seattle in the Super Bowl. Not us.

That is not to say I half thrown in the trowel and given up on the half-built wall.
But it seems the air half been taken out of my sails.

Jerra fail us. Callahan fail us. Slackers of the defense fails us. Lee and Ware and Carter fails us. Dez drops balls (in the rare instances that he gets one thown his way) and Garrett seems caught between Jerra and coaching the way he really wants to coach.

Jerra half pushed us to the brink, mens and womans.

This is not a fan who will turns his back on his team. I will never do that. Besides, I half too much invested in jerseys, merchandise and Jerra photos.

But this I will do. I will go out into the digital world to spread the hope that fans will arise and tell Jerra, with their hard-earned dollars, that the Cowboys is bigger than him. My hope this coming year is to rally fans -- true fans -- to the cause of convincing Jerra to step aside as he once did briefly when Parcells came on board.

It is that or 8-8 finishes ever year.

As one who felt like crying when Jackie dropped that ball in the end zone or when Romo bobbled the ball against Seattle, I half too much invested to just shrug my manly shoulders.
I will go down fighting. Let no one said gimme just took this guff lying down from Jerra.
I hope your good fans out there will be proactive this offseason to see that the word get out to Jerra.

Time to stand down Jerra, because the tears of a clown demand it.[/quote

I've always hoped a large number of fans would come together and donate money for Billboards, throughout Dallas area, telling Jerry exactly how we feel about him and his ruining of a once proud organizattion. Tell him the fans deserve better than what he has produced the last 18 years and they demand changes or they will make changes in how they support his franchise.

For those old enough it could be done like a series of Burma Shave(5-7) signs, except at the end it would end up on a low note --Jerry--instead of a high note like Burma Shave.

I don't know if a sign company would let you put up signs blasting Jerry, fearing reprisal from him.

 

[DogFace]

Mens, womans, cubicle dwellers, security guards, workaday louts and football analysts:

There are big lies in this world. That we'd have jet packs by now. that CDs would last forever and were better than cassette tapes. That you'd wonder where the yellow went. That when Jackie started dating Krushchez it would promote world peace.

Well, all of us were destined to be disappointed. But at the time we had something to look forward to. Winning seasons by the Cowboys. Super Bowls. Free lunches.

Things half changed.

This winter, if we don't somehow back into the playoffs, it will be extra disappointing.
I don't recall when expectations half been so high entering a new season. Ware was coming back. Lee seemed to be a monster in the making. And there was spectrulation that the slackers Ratliff and Spence would indeed play ball for us with renewed vigormortis. Our secondary seemed to be jelling with Megellin. Certainly, Carr and Claiborne would be the new "it" corners of the NFL east if not the NFL. Carter? We knew he'd be a monster. Hatcher was in the wings, waiting to prove his worth. And on and on.

I wont go into detail about what we expected from our offense. Dez. Romo. Austin. Murray. Frederick. Nuff said.

Then, to make my toes curl even more, there was talk of a "secret sauce."

So, here, at the orphanage, we all thought we'd be halfing a Super Bowl party in February. Little Davy said he wanted a Super Bowl program. Little Annie wanted a Tony Romo Super Bowl kitchen play kit.

That seemed so long ago.

Now, as the frozen tundra of North Texas sheds its green for the somber hue most favored by the Four Norsemen of Apocalypse, we find ourselves in familiar territory: The prospect of sitting at home watching Denver play Seattle in the Super Bowl. Not us.

That is not to say I half thrown in the trowel and given up on the half-built wall.
But it seems the air half been taken out of my sails.

Jerra fail us. Callahan fail us. Slackers of the defense fails us. Lee and Ware and Carter fails us. Dez drops balls (in the rare instances that he gets one thown his way) and Garrett seems caught between Jerra and coaching the way he really wants to coach.

Jerra half pushed us to the brink, mens and womans.

This is not a fan who will turns his back on his team. I will never do that. Besides, I half too much invested in jerseys, merchandise and Jerra photos.

But this I will do. I will go out into the digital world to spread the hope that fans will arise and tell Jerra, with their hard-earned dollars, that the Cowboys is bigger than him. My hope this coming year is to rally fans -- true fans -- to the cause of convincing Jerra to step aside as he once did briefly when Parcells came on board.

It is that or 8-8 finishes ever year.

As one who felt like crying when Jackie dropped that ball in the end zone or when Romo bobbled the ball against Seattle, I half too much invested to just shrug my manly shoulders.
I will go down fighting. Let no one said gimme just took this guff lying down from Jerra.
I hope your good fans out there will be proactive this offseason to see that the word get out to Jerra.

Time to stand down Jerra, because the tears of a clown demand it.

I appreciate you. I applaud you.

 

[TTexasTT]

 

[cowboyblue22]

Jerry Jones don't care he makes to much money he cares less what the fans think just like the player

 

[GimmeTheBall!]

Jerry Jones don't care he makes to much money he cares less what the fans think just like the player

you don't half to flaunt your Farmers Branch education. But, ya know, there are decent fighting idiots everwhere I know, not just in FB, Home of the Fighting Idiots.

 

[GimmeTheBall!]

Let's all join hands and sing the "Grinch" (Jerra) Christmas song, drink from the furry cup of friendship and hope for the best.
Social media is a powerful thing (as my creditors and my rehab counselor half found out). The word can get out. But keep in mind, Jerra, for all his faults, has done some very good things and it's not about blasting him but to prod him to step aside and enjoy the Cowboys ensuing success. I love Jerra the owner; cannot stand jerra the GM. That is a distinction we must be mindful of.
As always I feel faint after being so efusive and eloquent and stuff and half to lay down on the carpet.

 

[5Stars]

Let's all join hands and sing the "Grinch" (Jerra) Christmas song, drink from the furry cup of friendship and hope for the best.
Social media is a powerful thing (as my creditors and my rehab counselor half found out). The word can get out. But keep in mind, Jerra, for all his faults, has done some very good things and it's not about blasting him but to prod him to step aside and enjoy the Cowboys ensuing success. I love Jerra the owner; cannot stand jerra the GM. That is a distinction we must be mindful of.
As always I feel faint after being so efusive and eloquent and stuff and half to lay down on the carpet.

Did you vacuum the carpet first? It's all up to the Dallas Cowboys.

(do you still want to buy my old snow blower?)

 

[GimmeTheBall!]

Did you vacuum the carpet first? It's all up to the Dallas Cowboys.

(do you still want to buy my old snow blower?)

Curiously, the DEA came in here with a warrant to vacuum the carpet. They don't tell me nothing, they just exit with their little bag of fiber evidence. They must be Washington Skins fans or something.

Your snow blower is a joke. 3 of the 4 hamsters were not breathing. So go away and dont bother me no more.