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It was about 1969 (?) ... the Cowboys ad hoc basketball team was playing a charity game against an undermanned team from Mexico (meaning they were all five-eleven or under, hey it was a long time ago ...). Not many people were there. I was about ten years old.
Tom Landry walks in the gym, fedora and all, and sits next to a bunch of us kids in the stands to watch the game.
We all started badgering Tom: "Hey how come we lost to the Browns? Hey coach Landry, hey hey hey." (We had lost to the Browns maybe for the second straight year in the playoffs.)
Landry walks out.
Sigh, maybe my only Landry interfacing, and I p--sed him off.
BTW Craig Morton had huge braces on both knees, but played. We whipped them because of Rayfield Wright and other guys who just got every offensive rebound until we scored.