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2016-2017 Offseason: Few Finer Than This Defensive Designer
 
June 28, 2016 At 10:27 AM CST
By Eric M. Scharf
 
James David "Buddy" Ryan – father of Rex, Rob, and the famed 46 defense – passed away earlier today.
 
Dallas Cowboys fans will have (mildly?) mixed feelings about this man – who detested the entitled air with which so many Cowboys teams showed their flair . . . even during some down years when "America's Team" was showing its age and grinding its gears.
 
Older NFL fans will remember Ryan for designing key blitz packages to keep the Baltimore Colts' Johnny Unitas on his toes – in Super Bowl III – while the Jets' "Broadway Joe" Namath made just enough throws to keep his guarantee to New York City.
 
Still other NFL fans will recall Ryan being the architect of the potent "Purple People Eaters" as defensive line coach of the Minnesota Vikings . . . and what he began there would eventually prove the conceptual basis of the most successful of his defensive stylings.
 
While most of Cowboys Nation will choose to remember his time as a cockroach, err, head coach, Ryan's long-term affect on "America's Team" began years earlier – when Dallas was (unknowingly) entering a painful transition . . . and a certain Chicago Bears team was showing the entire NFL it was far superior.
 
The Tortured Cowboys Fan has vivid memories of a particularly chippy 15-13 preseason Cowboys' victory over the "Monsters Of The Midway" in 1985 . . . following the first quarter ejection of defensive tackle Randy “Manster” White for ripping Bears offensive tackle Keith Van Horne's helmet off to bash Bears guard Mark Bortz (not pictured below) in the head. Bortz was still wearing his own helmet, or he might have wound up dead.
 
 
Bears defensive end Dan Hampton was overheard saying something to the tune of "You better bring a meat wagon next time (we play)!" The Manster – who was already well-versed in Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, and the Filipino martial arts – was ready to go . . . all the way.
 
The next time the two teams faced off was game 11 of that same season. The Bears were 10-0 and the Cowboys were 7-3. When the contest was done, Chicago was enjoying an incredible 44-0 victory, and Dallas was having entirely no fun. The meat wagon had, indeed, arrived . . . and the Bears had feasted and thrived.
 
 
The Cowboys were (further) exposed as an opportunistic, finesse team stuck in a brutal nightmare that made their previous exhibition victory an absolute dream. The Bears rushed for over 200 yards, collected five turnovers, and twice knocked Danny White out of the game, leaving Gary Hogeboom to finish the merciless exercise in doom and gloom.
 
The Tortured Cowboys Fan calls it like it is and Dallas (for all but the first scoreless ten minutes of the contest) got smeared across the Texas Stadium turf . . . by a Bears team performing as if it was merely playing with a Nerf.
 
 
Buddy Ryan – the Bears' defensive coordinator at the time – had a collection of defensive talents in their prime . . . and had his finger prints (as inventor of the famed 46 defense) all over that result. Following a resounding Super Bowl victory later that year . . . he determined he could no longer coexist with "Iron Mike" Ditka and to a head coaching opportunity with the vile Philadelphia Eagles he would bolt. He would spend his entire tenure there (1986-1990) doing everything he could to generate – among the Cowboys' faithful – a deep(er hatred and) fear.
 
The 1987 strike-shortened season was critical towards further stoking the fires so great . . . between Landry's Cowboys and Ryan's fine-feathered fiends from the "City Of Brotherly Hate." The NFL Players Association (NFLPA) had gone on strike after the second game of the season and their roles had been assumed by "scabs" or replacement players (primarily preseason cut victims and former USFL'ers). The NFLPA – unlike stronger unions in other major pro sports like MLB and the NBA – splintered early and did not have a prayer.
 
Landry welcomed back a number of familiar faces (who crossed the picket line like Randy White) to give the Cowboys an (unfair) advantage against Ryan's replacement squad in their next NFC East fight. Dallas won 41-22, and Ryan believed – in an already screwed up strike-shortened season – Landry had run up the score for no good reason. Ryan and his 'real' players got revenge the following week . . . and thus began a consecutive victories mean streak.
 
The painful transition – mentioned earlier – would involve a depressing end in 1988 to the (formerly immortal) Tex Schramm / Tom Landry / Gil Brandt era . . . and the (jarring) arrival of the Jerry Jones / Jimmy Johnson partnership to the Dallas / Fort Worth area. While Cowboys Nation would soon grow to appreciate the winning results of the new management rind, Buddy Ryan still had a bloody axe to grind.
 
There would be plenty more . . . with Ryan doing anything he could to settle the (never-ending) score.
 
"Bounty Bowl I" had the rebuilding Cowboys suffering a 27-0 blowout on Thanksgiving Day in 1989 . . . and it was anything but fine. Jimmy Johnson alleged – no, insisted – Ryan (so horribly twisted) had economically encouraged his defense to take out future star quarterback Troy Aikman and kicker Luis Zendejas to put a bow on the expected loss. He wanted to 'kick' the Cowboys while they were down and remind them who (at the time) was boss.
 
 
"Bounty Bowl II" was a 20-10 December loss to the Eagles in that same year. The ice-ball-chucking Philly fans would not have remembered too much about their poor behavior, overwhelmed by so much beer.
 
 
Cowboys Nation – years later (and now with one less hater) – should still have 100% appreciation for Buddy Ryan the innovator. His sheer force of will to seek and destroy even the smallest offensive weakness meant everything to the aggressive improvement and collective success of the Dallas Cowboys (with three ‪Super Bowl‬ championships as "The Team Of The 90's") and other NFL teams. His 46 defense‬ forced teams to get better (from better players to conditioning to schemes) . . . or (potentially) witness the (nationally televised) devastation of their pro football dreams.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Buddy was as responsible as anyone – within or outside the Dallas Cowboys' organization – for the (accelerated) rise of America's Team from the ashes of beloved ‪Tom Landry‬'s (RIP) final few seasons . . . to the eventual delight of Cowboys Nation.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Buddy's Eagles – unlike so many teams for so many years – merely shrugged and refused to cave into fears of the magical "Cowboys Mystique"‬ . . . and focused only on using every method at their disposal to keep the Cowboys and their fans from feeling anything but beak, err, bleak. That trash began to crash once the rebuilding Cowboys (from ‪Jimmy Johnson‬ and his coaching staff to so many eventual stars and dedicated role players) grew their NFL experience, showed they could deliver in any weather, and really got their (winning) act together.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

Ask any true professional sports player today, and they will tell you it is not enough to have your eye on the prize – as without dedication to your craft – your opponent can still cut you down to size. You want to know, you need to know someone is out there looking to eat your lunch, hoping to hear your competitive bones crunch, and coming for you like a not-so-silent assassin on every play. Buddy made sure you were going to be a game day wreck if you were merely collecting a paycheck.‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬‬

No one worth anything in NFL circles ever wanted to let Buddy Ryan get away with resembling Nero . . . without making for damn sure his teams were made to fight (with blood in their eyes and bamboo shoots under their fingernails) until the game clock read 00:00.
 
Life is short‬ . . . and – with fierce perfection and rare exception – Buddy Ryan made sure you knew it, too, when watching any of his teams play America's favorite gladiator sport.
 
 
Rex and Rob have proven to be not quite the greatest incarnations of Coach Buddy, but the NFL needs more like him to ensure – while keeping the shield antiseptically clean – such a physical game can remain a little mean and muddy. Love him or hate him, few were, have been, or are finer (in strategy and tactics) than Buddy Ryan, the defensive designer.
 
Is the NFL doomed to a future majority of vanilla coaching personalities and the complete extinction of strong-willed abnormalities?
 
Will Cowboys Nation ever really appreciate how much Buddy's antagonistic rivalry with America's Team . . . triggered faster improvement and helped them regain their faint-but-familiar Super Bowl theme?
 
Will Philadelphia Eagles fans make the (expected and hilarious) mistake of equating appreciation for Buddy Ryan's dynamic defenses as a nod to Eagles fans?
 
We shall see. We always do.