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2008-2009 Regular Season: Postgame - The Birds Encourage The Cowboys To Go Coyote Ugly
 
December 20, 2008 At 11:41 PM EST
By Eric M. Scharf

It has become routine, as of late, after almost each game this season, for me to invoke the question “Where do I begin?” Anyone expecting a different approach to begin this evening will be disappointed-but-not-surprised.

The star attractions, of course, were more of the same mistakes and poor play by more of the same culprits. Our special teams efforts have been lousy for quite some time, but, today, against the Ravens, I saw quitters across the board.

While special teams are as important as offense and defense, the requirements of special teams participants are far less taxing on the 2nd and 3rd stringers that typically occupy those positions, and far more focused and single-minded in execution (yes, some starters do still participate on special teams but not as many as would count in this equation). You do not have tens of hundreds of plays to memorize, as you might on offense and defense.
 
You, as a special teams player, are responsible for kick-off and punt coverage. Everyone, from the “gunners” to the interior linemen, have the single purpose of simultaneously watching their gaps and running as fast-and-hard as they can downfield, while remaining inbounds, to “interact” with the ball-carrier, and, hopefully, with devastating results.

When a special teams player finds himself running alongside the ball-carrier for more than a few seconds (long enough to exchange phone numbers and have a spot of tea), without the special teams player eventually, mercifully, triangulating in on the ball-carrier for the anticipated (or at least attempted) ball-dislodging collision, then, that special teams player needs to either be cut (which is unreasonable in this day of watered-down talent pools and salary cap penalties), or, that special teams player needs to find the darkest most isolated space within Texas Stadium and hide there . . . until kick-off time for the next game, praying that an angry mob of fans does not find and beat him within an inch of his life.

When Dick Vermeil used to huddle with his players before each game and yell “Offense! Defense! Special Teams!” he was not doing it just to pump up his players. He meant it. He understood, just as every good coach does, that you need full participation in all three phases of football to ensure that you are on the winning end of each and every game you play.
 
The exception to this rule, of course, is if you are playing an opponent who is not following the same game plan, like the recently-crowned Kings of Crud, the 0-16 Detroit Lions. Remember: playing hard and playing smart are two different things. Good players and good teams know the difference and they understand that you must combine both acts in order to get the best results.

None-the-less, there were, of course, other areas of the Ravens game where the Cowboys underperformed.

Yes, there were more false starts and holding penalties on Flozell Adams. He is the 6’7” man mountain who some say the Cowboys simply cannot do without, because of the poor available alternatives. It is becoming clearer by the day that the line is blurring heavily between poor play of a current player and poor jobless alternatives.
 
Yes, according to a number of sources, Flozell has been partially or completely deaf in his right ear, which, from his left tackle position, can be deadly to Tony Romo, his star quarterback . . . who desperately needs him to hear each and every word coming out of his mouth when a play is being called.

Yes, Mark Colombo is getting better and better with each game, and I love his nasty streak when shoving matches break out. As we know, the Cowboys could use another enforcer or ten. Otherwise, Colombo still wears #75, still manages a few too many false starts and holding penalties, and, generally, continues to remind fans of the forgettable Phil Pozderac . . . as long as he is wearing #75. Jerry – if you are listening, offer Colombo another number, any number other than allowing him to keep #75. It is bad news.

Yes, the defensive secondary decided to give Derrick “The One-Armed Bandit” Mason as much room to operate as possible . . . when they should have been punishing him and his bum shoulder with near-illegal bump-and-run coverage all night long. The biggest story of the evening, however, was the predictable play-calling by Jason Garrett.
 
This is not the first time such a comment has been uttered this season, but tonight’s performance may, finally, have provided the most acute, accurate, and damaging proof.

Poor play-calling is one thing, but predictable play-calling is a rather large accusation . . . unless the defensive captain and team leader of your opponent is the person making the bold-and-determined statement (more than once) . . . and you, as an average-Joe fan, witnessed the same statement unfold, unbelievably, before your TV-watching eyes.

As prognosticators everywhere are prone to say, Ray Lewis, at one time, may not have been the best off-the-field citizen, but he is the last person you would ever see labeled as a football player who does not know what he is doing. Ray knows what he is doing, even more so, now, as his body-and-mind continue to age and wear down, than ever before.
 
Therefore, logic dictates that, if Ray Lewis says your offensive play-calling is predictable, then, one, two, or all of the following details become fact: (1) your offensive play-calling is predictable, (2) your offensive players have not been studying the playbook enough and, thus, do not know the plays well enough, or (3) your offensive players, as a unit, are lazy.

We have seen the players make a cornucopia of mistakes this season, and in so many fantastic and unique ways, that it would appear the onus falls squarely on the shoulders of the players. Even the average-Joe fan, however, can tell the difference, and Jason Garrett shares responsibility for how the offense has performed this season.

The only coach in the history of the Cowboys organization who could get away with outwardly emotionless behavior at the mere mention of mistake-prone players was Tom Landry, because he knew his players were practicing hard, studying the playbook with diligence, and doing the best they could.
 
Yes, even poor Phil Pozderac (drafted on Coach Landry’s watch) played hard. The point is that no one ever questioned whether or not Coach Landry had done everything in his power to get his team prepared for a game, even if they were blown out in a terrible loss.

Jason “Red Ball” Garrett, unfortunately, as I have mentioned in the past, is guilty by association with Norv Turner and Ernie Zampese, who both suffered at times from the very same thing: when they had all of their starters healthy-and-intact-and-practicing-well, their offenses, generally, were unstoppable, and when even one player went off-kilter, their offenses began looking predictable, and, then, easily defendable, and, ultimately, inflexible.

Even after a lousy offensive performance against the Ravens (where I completely discount the 4th quarter scoring marathon, because you need to play well for all four quarters), Red Ball, amazingly, still has another game, against the hated Iggles-no-less, to turn things around for this offense and this season, in spite of the injuries and mistakes, because, not only do you have to “take what the defense gives you,” but you also have to use the tools you have at your disposal, not pine for the tools you lack.

Red Ball, as I have mentioned several times over the season, needs to take his available tool set and flex the playbook to fit those tools. 9 times out of 10, if he can do that, and, in turn, get the players to really buy into the fact that he is doing the very best for their success, Red Ball will win. Red Ball will, in fact, be on fire.

I recall how Bill Parcells, with all of his teams, would have the players practice for unforeseen scenarios (“what-if” plays), and Jason Garrett can take the same approach with his players in reverse: “What if I lose this player and that player? What plays can I have ready, that simply require execution rather than superstar skills, and still succeed?”

The question, in many different forms and from several different sources over the season, continues to be asked, Jason, and we are all waiting for you to provide we all want to see and that we know you can-and-want-to-deliver.

What about Wade’s level of responsibility in all of this mess? “Can we Wade through this mess and onto dry land and success?” Truth-be-told, more so than ever before, Wade, because of his lack of personality or desire to be heard, has generally become forgettable. You notice him when the defense is doing well, and you notice him when the defense is doing poorly.
 
When the entire team stinks in all three phases, I do not look at Wade the same way that I would another long-time coach, like some of his Cowboys’ predecessors. If Wade knew enough and was involved enough in offense and special teams, then, I could be irate with him.
 
He does not know enough, he is not involved enough and, therefore, I have begun to overlook him as a big picture non-factor (except for the fact that this team obviously needs both a firm-and-emotional leader in a coaching capacity, and Wade, objectively and without malice, is neither).

In any event, like all other hardcore Cowboys fans, I cannot wait to see if Jerry has the nerve to fix the handful of problems that ail this team, again. Forget the big names, folks. It all starts with a desire by Jerry to truly fix the problems.
 
If he does not want to change, it will not matter who he brings in or who he replaces. Jerry has got to want to fix this mess so badly that, somehow, he believes he will never ever see another Super Bowl trophy in his display case until he takes care of business.

I like Jerry Jones and what he excels at accomplishing for his football team, but with respect to the need for a proper GM-and-head-coach dynamic, does anybody know a hypnotist like the one from “Office Space,” who died putting Peter Gibbons into a state of complete bliss?
 
What if Jerry Jones could be placed into a state of being a reasonably-hands-off Owner-and-GM so that his son, Stephen (who is gaining respect around the league with ever year he continues to be involved) can team up with a true head coach that will challenge this team?