Staff Standoff: America’s Team…Or Not

Perspectives Editor Molly and Managing Editor Megan explain why you should or should not love the Dallas Cowboys.

Molly

The cowboys are such a tease. Recently, they’ve left fans reminiscing of the golden Aikman era when the Cowboys were America’s team. An era which unfortunately can only be relieved by spotting Troy at your nearest Mi Cocina.

But in the midst of this turmoil we’ve overlooked something: the Cowboys are more American now than they have ever been, and I love them for it.

As Jerry Jones inches closer to 70 and increases his crazy, I have realized two important things in my observations.

One, that the women of the Dallas/Ft. Worth area should stay away from whoever botched double J’s face if they wish not to be feared by children. And two, that the Cowboys are just embracing the shift in American pop culture, and have decided to turn their franchise from a successful icon of teamwork to a trashy reality TV show. Twist!

I have to commend Jerry on his innovation, for like many historical icons he most likely will not be appreciated in his time. The fame monster has taken control of the Cowboys franchise, and it’s going to get so ugly and so entertaining.

Jones has set up the cowboys to fit the perfect formula for a killer reality TV show. Sure, winning brings attention, but it’s nothing compared to white hot spotlight critics have laid on the Cowboys of late.

We’re a team of stereotypical reality stars and the media loves it, from aging southern belle Tony Romo to sweet, sweet Dez Bryant who requires a 24 hour babysitter just so he won’t curb stomp his mom.

Maybe winning the Super Bowl is “nice” or “exciting”, but realize that history being made around you.

Let’s kick back with the rest of America and enjoy feeling better about our own lives while we watch the Cowboys enter their downward spiral.

I for one cannot wait to see the shenanigans J.J. unleashes as he burns the franchise right into the ground and salts the soil behind it in a dramatic rampage that should be inducted into the hall of fame.

Megan

Frankly, I’m scared for America if the Cowboys are still considered America’s Team after these last few seasons.

So many players with “unbelievable” potential have come and gone, never living up to the hype or their huge paychecks. See: Roy Williams, Adam Pac-man Jones, Terence Newman… (Dez Bryant is one big drop and/or abuse case away from being added).

Jerry Jones’ administrative skills are just as bad as his rapping in the Papa John’s commercials. Tony Romo should never be considered an elite quarterback. Firing Defensive Coordinator Rob Ryan was not the way to cope with this disastrous season.

The only worthy Cowboy in my eyes is Jason Whitten. He’s Romo’s go-to guy in any times of trouble. Plus, he just won the Walter Payton NFL Man of the Year Award, given for outstanding community service as well as football talent. Now that’s American.

In my humble opinion, I see nearly every other NFL team as representing my idea of America. Peyton Manning and Adrian Peterson recovered from significant injuries but still managed to lead their teams to the playoffs and set personal records. Or the underdog New York Giants defeated the powerhouse Patriots in the 2012 Super Bowl, proving that the little guy does have a chance. This year, the Kansas City Chiefs rallied to win their game just days after a murder-suicide involving one of their teammates.

When Hurricane Katrina destroyed New Orleans in 2005, the city needed something to unite them during the rebuilding process. And that something became their beloved team, the Saints. Quarterback (and my dream husband) Drew Brees and his team won the 2010 Super Bowl, hitting their stride just as New Orleans once again found hers.

So, America, let’s all take a step back and look at the country to call “our” team. And let’s not pick the one with countless disappointing seasons, troublesome players and a owner/general manager with questionable decision making skills.