How I wish I had a time machine and could swap the 1989 version of Jerry Jones with the current day one. I remember how the kind of fresh faced brand spanking new Arkansas Billionaire Oilman, Jerry Jones, acted as THE owner of THE DALLAS COWBOYS. He was in hog heaven so to speak. He was an eager rookie owner still naive about the National Football League. Don't get me wrong, Jerry Jones did not become the man he is today being naive. His sales, marketing, and overall business management acumen is second to none in the NFL. He has furthered the Dallas Cowboys' lore as America's team more than any other past owner. At times I suppose executives at ESPN should have considered renaming the network to "The Dallas Cowboys Network". During this soap opera of a season, the lead- in news story 10 times out of 10 would revolve around the daily goings on at Valley Ranch in Dallas no matter how mundane the "news" actually was.
Back in the good old days Jerry let Jimmy Johnson make the important personnel decisions such as trading the Cowboys' lone commodity, Herschel Walker, to the Minnesota Vikings for some serviceable players and a gazillion draft picks. Of course those players who Jimmy drafted like Emmitt Smith and Strong Safety Darren Woodson helped put 3 Super Bowl rings on Jerry Jones' fingers. Sadly, I propose the current version of Jerry Jones would not even consider relinquishing his duties as General Manager. Albeit, Jerry does not possess the skills Jimmy Johnson has a talent evaluator. 3 Super Bowl victories in 4 years came so soon and so easy to Jerry his ego told him he could be just as good as Jimmy and most likely caused Jerry to jettison Jimmy. Jerry's draft picks such as Quincy Carter or Kareem Lattimore et al were complete busts and are no longer playing in the NFL ( I do not include Terrence Newman, Demarcus Ware, Tony Romo, Marion Barber as these players were chosen with Bill Parcells). Contrarily, Jimmy's picks like Emmitt, Darren, and Larry Allen are headed to the NFL Hall of Fame.
For The Dallas Cowboys to be Super Bowl Champions again, Jerry Jones and his Texas sized ego need to step aside and bring in a proven General Manager, perhaps Scott Pioli of the New England Patriots, and sit back relax and decide what fingers to wear the next Super Bowl rings on. Until that miraculous day comes, and Jerry continues to be hands on and greedy, he just might end up like the creepy creature Gollum from the J.R.R. Tolkien trilogy. I can envision Jerry standing in empty bowels of his enormous new stadium all alone looking up thru the hole in the roof dreaming of his precious rings.