Albert Einstein said, “Problems cannot be solved by the same level of thinking that created them.” Someone needs to tell Jerry Jones.
For a team with legitimate Super Bowl talent and unmatched buying power, the Dallas Cowboys sure have a lot of unsolved problems. An extreme but legitimate snapshot of this organization is found in last season’s Week 17 disaster at Philadelphia.
In a de facto playoff situation, the “win and you’re in” Cowboys put on a performance that even the Washington Generals would have found pathetic. Five turnovers led to a 44-6 drubbing in which the star quarterback (Tony Romo) looked timorous, the head coach (Wade Phillips) clueless, the hotshot coordinator (Jason Garrett) brainless, the brash defense porous and the club, as a whole, heartless.
The only thing sadder than the fact that Dallas’s airball surprised absolutely no one is the fact that the last criticism––the one about being heartless––is justified. The Cowboys, America’s Team, have no heart. They’re a franchise still coasting on popularity that stems from the dynasty that Jimmy Johnson built two decades ago.
The last time the Cowboys won a playoff game was 1996. Since then, they have cycled through myriad head coaches and quarterbacks, brought in bundles of talented draft classes and signed scores of top-dollar free agents. They annually appear on national television the maximum six times (including Thanksgiving) and their blue star is found not just everywhere in Texas, but everywhere in the United States. But really, the Cowboys are just football’s version of Paris Hilton: famous for being famous.
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