Monthly Archives: January 2014

Jerry Jones is an idiot

My very first memory of the Dallas Cowboys had to have been in 1962 or 1963.  It had to have been one of those years because Eddie Le Baron was still playing quarterback.   Since that time, when I was 6 or 7 years old, I have followed the Boys without fail.   My heart broke when they  lost to the Packers two years in a row in the championship, including the Ice Bowl.   I really despaired when Jim O’Brien  kicked the field goal for the Colts that beat the Silver and Blue in the Super Bowl.     I was as happy as anyone when they won their five Super Bowls, and still rooted for them when they went 1-15 in Jimmy Johnson’s first year.

High or low, good or bad, champions or not, I have always supported the Cowboys with little or no complaint for 50 years.   Even when Jones fired Tom Landry in the shameful way that he did, I followed the party line that it was all in the best interests of the team.   When the Cowboys of the 90’s were arrested , or involved in drugs, or found with hookers, I nonetheless continued to give them my support.

Quite frankly, when the “general manager” of the Cowboys made mistake after mistake in personnel and coaching decisions, I still held out a faint hope that it would all work out in the end.

That time is over.   Jerry Jones is an idiot.   Making Kiffin as assistant head coach for defense instead of firing him?  Really?   After leading one of the worst defenses in team history, if not NFL history, you PROMOTE the guy?   After forcing Bill Callahan on Garrett as the play caller last year, you bring in one more person to call plays, but leave Callahan as the offensive coordinator, even though Callahan wanted to leave to go to Cleveland?  Even the most loyal fan has his/her limits.  Mine has been reached.

I hereby place all my friends and family on notice.  Please do not give me anymore Dallas Cowboy memorabilia, clothing, books, etc.     I will not spend one more dime on the Cowboys, nor do I want anyone that I know to do so either.  Jerry Jones will not benefit financially from me or my family until he fires that moron that is his general manager.  I am not holding my breath.  Jones’ ego is so bloated that he will never admit making a mistake.

Will my boycott make a difference?  I doubt it.  There are plenty of “sheeple” that will follow Jerry to the very end as he drives this once proud franchise straight into the ground.

Fifty years is a long time to follow a team.  I cannot and will not change my allegiance to any other team.  It’s just not in my DNA.   There are plenty of band wagon jumpers that do that from year to year anyway.   As much as Jones makes my skin crawl, I still want the Cowboys to beat the Redskins, Eagles, Giants, 49ers, Steelers and Packers.  It is what I have always wanted, it is what I will always want.

I am not resigning as a Dallas Cowboy fan.   I just refuse to line Jones’ pockets while he turns the Cowboys into the Oakland Raiders.   If Jones had a sudden epiphany and actually hired a football savvy guy to run the team, I would be the first to jump right back in.    In the meantime, I hope my Cowboy regalia is high quality, because it is going to have to last a long time.   I don’t imagine Jones finding a brain any time soon.

It should have never worked – a reflection on two very important lives.

It should have never worked.   She was a naturalized American citizen born in Campo Madera #2, Chihuahua, Mexico, with two little boys.  He was a former moonshiner from Cedartown, Georgia.

She came to the United States at an early age to work as a maid, married a soldier who left her alone while the boys were young, and worked a lot of hours at a hospital in El Paso to support her sons.

He ended up in El Paso after working several different jobs and a couple of marriages that had gone bad.

They met when he came over to her house to share Thanksgiving dinner with the family.  Apparently they had a mutual friend that got the two of them together.  Talk about a blind date.  Since she did not have a phone, he just showed up for dinner that night.    What could have been a rather awkward meal actually turned out rather well.   He came over the next night to take her out for dinner and made big brownie points with her sons when he brought over two model car kits for them to work on.  When they complained they did not know much about cars, he offered to take them to car dealerships on Saturday so they could see what the cars looked like.   That’s right; he dated her sons as well.   Took them to see cars and bought them cheeseburgers. Still, it came as a big surprise when they got married 3 ½ weeks after they met.

The marriage lasted 36 years, ending only when she passed away from a long struggle with Hodgkin’s lymphoma.  In those 36 years there were a lot of ups and downs.  They started off poor, as many young couples do, but worked their way up slowly to a rather comfortable position in life.  He retired from the railroad, she retired as a respiratory therapist.  They raised her kids together, and never once did he call them his stepsons.  They were always “his” boys.    To them he was always their dad, and they called him dad from the day they got married.

It wasn’t easy.  There was a rather wide difference in culture, upbringing, and religious backgrounds.  He was raised in a very dysfunctional family and trust was an issue for him.   That caused a lot of strife in the relationship, but they worked through it. Together they achieved a lot of their personal goals.   But then she got sick.

After several years of struggling with her disease, she passed away 12 years ago  on January 28th.  He clearly missed her after her passing.  His four years as a widower found him sad and confused.   He moved 700 miles from one side of Texas to the other side of the state to avoid seeing daily the things that reminded him of their life together.    Unfortunately it also left him far away from his sons.

He died alone on the back porch of his house; he was found 24 hours after he passed. I still remember the call that I got telling me that they had found my dad.  That happened eight years ago and I still miss him to this day.    My dad made a big impact on my life, and I miss sharing the details of my life with him.  He taught me a lot – mechanics and home repair, being a hard worker, and how to love your kids.   We did not always agree.  In fact, we argued a lot.   But we both knew we loved each other, and I am glad that the last words I said to him were “I love you Dad.”   Those words apparently came the night before he passed.

My mom was a huge influence in my life.  She taught me about love, about sacrifice, about love of country, and the need to get an education.   There is so much that I would love to share with her – my highs and my lows, my problems and my blessings.   I wish she were here to share the experiences in her life that always made a difference in how I looked at things.

It’s funny, most people thought that the relationship would never last.  They seemed such an odd couple.  But they had love for each other and shared that love with their boys. My brother and I will always be grateful.  I miss them both dearly.