For over 14 years, the Dallas Cowboys have been Boy George to most of the NFL's Ozzy Osbourn: dysfunctional, confused and weak of heart.
But, the closet Trekkie in me has been screaming for the Cowboys to do what the Federation does whenever it needs someone to pull its butt out of the fire: Call the Klingons for help.
Rob Ryan is that Klingon.
Over the past few days, I have read the stories and comments from Peyton Manning-esque praise to derision because of the no-talent squad Ryan had to work with in Cleveland.
As one who was born and raised in Dallas-Ft. Worth, Texas, I can tell you that there is nothing fickle—as Cowboys fans are often thought of—about bringing a tough-minded DC to Dallas who is so far removed from Wade Phillips in his command style and warrior spirit, that one cannot but froth at the mouth at the promise of the true talents of our defense finally being utilized.
Now, I am loving writing this particular article because it is so easy in this post and offseason (for Dallas) to simply ignore the minutia of numbers and stats because we know full well where we have been.
Where have we been, you ask?
We, the fans and the team, have been riding atop this inflated bubble that was supported only by the player's talents. But, the bubble was pin-pricked by uninspiring head coaching.
When the team started losing respect for Phillips, as I have heard, the play level started to drop off. Basically, Tony Romo, Jason Witten, DeMarcus Ware and Keith Brooking had been the driving force of this team for four years, give or take.
Now, the Cowboys are going to be driven by the men whose job it is to drive in the first place: the head coach and his staff. Notice I didn't say GM.
Look for Garrett to keep bringing in the Klingons. Kapla!!!