Stop the presses and halt the horses. Is this actually happening? Are the Dallas Cowboys truly refusing to subscribe to the same tale of woe that they’ve been so willing to embrace the last decade plus?? Well, kick my mule and call me Nancy. We’re finally cooking with some grease at Valley Ranch. (FYI: I don’t own a mule and don’t ever call me Nancy.)
In offseasons past, we’ve seen our owner/general manager Jerry Jones throw caution to the wind like a full bed pan and, unfortunately, we fans have all had to stand in the aftermath of that “boomeranged” urine. Not at all an attractive visual, I know. Yet, it’s a disturbingly accurate depiction of how us legions of Cowboys fans feel every December: disgusted and “pissed off”.
It’s been demonstrated time and time again our willingness as a franchise to overpay age, ignore injury, and pray that Father Time simply disobeys all natural laws within the confines of our locker room. I could go down the list of instances where this is true, however, I’m not a fan of salting my own wound. Sure it heals faster, but, Neosporin works just as well.
All of that being said, this off season just feels different. It feels right. Dare I say it even feels special. It’s clear that despite Jerry’s deliberate steering towards the belief that he’s still calling all the shots, the shots that are being called directly dispute that. None of this feels like Jerry Jones. Not one iota of it. Well, not the post-Jimmy Johnson version of Jerry, anyway.