With All The Credentials To Support His Cause, It Would Be A Shame To Delay Jerry’s HOF Induction
Those squeaky media millheads from around the globe have it that Houston is a happening spot this coming weekend. Since this information can’t be based on underwhelming ticket sales, we’ll safely assume their interest to be of a not-so-Super nature.
Houston, you most certainly have a problem. Not even the Super Bowl party can stop your town from chewing the cud of the only remaining theme pertaining to that “other” football franchise just up the road in Dallas. The box-office professors would have you know that the Pats and Falcons aren’t much of a draw down here. It goes without saying that the hometown team isn’t much of one. The Cowboys? Well, that’s another story entirely.
The football team from the northern hemisphere of Texas may have crashed the party by heartlessly losing to Mr. Rodgers’ pass-happy neighborhood a few weeks ago. But that hasn’t stopped Mosquitoville from gleefully latching onto the possibility of a summer vacation to Canton later this August.
Forget about the Big Game on Sunday. For many, this weekend is all about the Big Man. Him and a showdown with a somewhat dubious committee.
The head-count of the Pro Football Hall of Fame voters committee currently stands at 48. How many marbles will be present during Saturday’s closed-door meeting in Houston remains to be seen.
It’s too bad all the VIP seats to this event have been taken. Not that it would be a stimulating experience when the topic of the Cowboys’ Contributor extraordinaire was broached. The discussion of his merits would likely be long. Conversation against him would be, oh, so tedious.
To be a fly on this wall very well might be an invitation to a backhanded blow of verbose ignorance. The paint on the wall stands a fair chance of peeling, provoked thus by unnecessary discussion.
Let’s face the facts. Hall of Fame committees have had a rough go of it lately. Posthumously inducting Ken Stabler last year was a bad moment, though it goes without saying it wasn’t the first time that the board had been caught in such a pickle. Bob Hayes was thus honored a handful of years before that.
This is what happens when too many people on a committee are either arm-chair quarterbacks, closet fans, or leatherheads. The true historians of the bunch are neutralized, their voices virtually irrelevant. It’s what can happen when right and reason are overwhelmed by the process.
It was Colin Powell who once said, “Great leaders are almost always great simplifiers, who can cut through argument, debate and doubt, to offer a solution everybody can understand.”
So, to a board which is obviously lacking in enough leadership to consistently render a reasonable ballot, please allow Yours Truly to cut through the snare of the debate process, so everyone present can see what is so plainly obvious.
More often than not, the debate stage is set-up for a disenchanted, delusional audience to tickle their ears by. That’s why it’s such a popular forum for “solving” issues among politicians.
But behind closed doors, away from all of the fruitcakes and half-baked agendas, the truth we’re all searching for can be arrived at in a single one-word, one-syllable answer.
Yes, Jerry Jones deserves a smiling bust in Canton.
Yes, today. So why try to delay it until there’s no tomorrow?
Stop all the discussion and tie the tongues of any striving devil’s advocates in the room in permanent knots. Sign off on this bill as if your very intelligence was at stake.
Which, in this case, it is.
There are some individuals whose merits warrant deliberation. Jerry’s isn’t one of them.
His lifeboat, once upon a time, was thought to be sunk after practically lynching Tom Landry on a golf course in Austin. A few years later Jones sailed back into view on a gold-lined yacht, flashing Super Bowl rings to the crowd, and waving to Paul Tagliabue while blowing across every empty Pepsi bottle that ever came out of Texas Stadium.
But Jones was more than just a controversial figure in the limelight. He was a man who got things done on a broad scale.
Jones was the mover and shaker that put together the modern-day superstructure of free agency. His input to the salary-cap formula which the NFL has instituted for more than two decades has been invaluable.
The other 31 owners can attest to Jones’ acumen in the marketing arena. Their wallets are full today because Jerry’s mind is full of get-rich, stay-rich schemes that have benefited both the Cowboys and the rest of the NFL.
Jones’ resume is no less than a gut-punch to any and all doubts about his credentials. With one ring on his finger, and two more on his toes, a boatload of cash deals behind him, and the finest stadium in the world to his credit, Jerry is a slam-dunk Hall of Famer. To pretend anything less would be a disservice to Jerry, to the league, and to the Hall of Fame itself, which certainly deserves better than to have their name dragged through the mud of conspiracy one more time.
The writers of the round table will gather this weekend in Houston. For the Jones’ sake and for everyone yearning for a meaningful summer trip to Ohio, let’s hope that a little common sense is afforded a chair too.