Dear Mr. Jones,
As the dust finally settles from the ruins of Texas Stadium, a realization dawns: the bridge to the past has also collapsed. While we prepare to move towards a new future unshackled and unfettered, is there a more fitting time to reflect on our mission? A closer look lends shocking results.
In the past year we have implored you to come to your senses and end the legacy of losing the last decade wrought. Surprisingly, you have made great strides in cutting unmanageable egos (good riddance TO and Pacman), mining productivity from the draft (we like Dez), and showing an uncharacteristic restraint and composure (we’ll forget about the video incident). These positive steps—which we take full credit for—all culminated in a most satisfying playoff victory.
And where before we cursed you, we now reluctantly praise you.
So sadly we sign off for good. But remember, we are always watching. Stay true to your new ways, Mr. Jones. They fit you well. They serve this great franchise well. They make us happy to be Cowboys fans.
But if the old GM Jerry, the bad GM Jerry returns, we will be ready to rise up once again in opposition.
Farewell, Mr. Jones. You win, for now.