Forget playing football. We can't even do a basic thing like firing a coach right. Most organizations know that they've decided to fire their coach, and they either just do it or shutup about it until the day after the season ends. But not Dallas. No, we have to have our "look at me" whacko GM doing some silly, half-ass Hamlet routine. One week he's issuing terse, annoyed threats that this might be, maybe could be, the end of the line; the next he's all teary eyed and blubbering about what a great guy the coach is, and how he's certain to keep him if he just goes on some epic win streak that no one outside of Jerry can even talk about with a straight face. Just fire him already or shut the hell up.
It's not the lack of playoff success, or simply losing itself, that's most wearing on a Cowboy fan. It's the fact that every single thing involving Jerry becomes some mangled clusterfuck that gives sportswriters nationwide the chance to write columns about how pathetic we are. I'm certainly not one of those foreseeing a blissful future under Stephen, but I'll give him this--he hasn't shown the flair to pull off this addled, juvenile diva shit show we've been living with for decades.