So we’ve come to the end of yet another disappointing and, should we dare say, expected mediocre season for our Deserters of December, our Dallas Cowboys.
We should be used to this by now, considering who is at the very top of this snowball: King Jerry, the man who considers himself a “genuine football guy,” the man who makes the final decisions on everything regarding Valley Ranch and the Cowboys.
King Jerry is to be congratulated for one thing, though.
He has truly transformed this sad-sack, talentless bunch into the Oakland Raiders of the Southwest.
This was once a very proud franchise, run by people with more football knowledge than King Jerry could ever imagine. They (Clint Murchison, Tex Schramm, Gil Brandt, Tom Landry) knew what it took to run an organization and a team that had 20 consecutive winning seasons, playoffs and championships.
Now we have only one: Jerry Jones.
So, as this snowball descends down the mountainside and into the abyss, we can blame one man for this: King Jerry!
— Brice Clark, Hurst