Jerry, may I psychoanalyze you for a minute?
By your silence I will conclude that you are either saying yes or you are indeed not superhuman enough to hear my question. This, in fact, is part of my analysis and proves my theory that you have some disturbing issues. Since purchasing the Dallas Cowboys, you have been developing this Superman persona that gets scarier every year.
Let’s walk through it. You buy the team and you get rid of Mr. Cowboy and larger-than-life Texas hero, Tom Landry. I understand everyone makes mistakes and you have repented for the way you mistreated that dear man so I won’t get into that. I also won’t get into the way you shoved-out Tex Schramm a few months later and cleared-out the entire organization. The only reason I won’t delve into that is you brought back-to-back Super Bowls to Dallas four years later. Who can argue with that? I can’t argue with success and you are to be commended for your role in making the Cowboys successful again.
BUT, you just weren’t happy with sharing credit. You wanted it all so you severed a good friendship and a good working relationship with old college pal Jimmy Johnson and tried to prove you could do it all without him. Who are you kidding, that third Super Bowl the Cowboys won in the 1995 season wasn’t you or Barry Switzer. We all know it was the team Jimmy Johnson built. By then you started running the draft yourself (I still can’t get over the image of you on draft-day telling ESPN that you’re not ego-driven with Barry Switzer sitting in the background yawning and looking bored) and got involved in numerous other affairs of the organization that started the Dallas Cowboys in its losing ways in the late 90’s and early in the next decade.
After “Yes-Man” Dave Campo couldn’t produce better than five wins in three seasons, you did something that gave us hope. You talked philosophy change and hired the “Anti-Yes-Man” Bill Parcells. Jerry, whoever you were seeing for counseling then, you need to go back because you were on the right track. After Big Bill left, you went back to your old ways and have become worse than ever.
I’m not going to be hard on Wade Phillips. He probably wonders everyday what he has gotten himself into. I would ask him about this but apparently he’s not allowed to speak unless you give him permission. Now only you can answer all things going on in the Dallas Cowboys organization. Like Superman, you fly here and fly there trying to run the place on your own but it just isn’t working. Mrs. Jones has begun sewing together a big “S” to put on your chest. You think the “S” stands for “Superman” but the “S” you wear really stands for “Stupid!”. Jerry, you can’t do it all. You have worn yourself thin and you are now not producing any good. I appreciate your desire to win but you are at the point where you have thrown all good sense out the window.
Jerry, get some help. Play time is over. It’s time to put the red cape and the blue tights away and start being a grown-up. Swallow some pride and remove yourself from the things you can’t do. Fire that awful GM you hired 20 years ago and give someone else a chance. There is no shame in admitting there are things you can’t do. That’s one of the things that make a great leader. Hire another GM and let the Cowboys be successful again. We’ll give you all the credit that’s due.