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2019-2020 Offseason: When Your True Worth Is Closer To Earth, FMV Will Set You Free
 
May 25, 2020 At 1:35 PM CST
By Eric M. Scharf
 
“The Tortured Cowboys Fan” is a long-time, diehard supporter of “America’s Team” but not a blind, anything-goes-lemming, and it is with the myopic contingent of "Cowboys Nation" that occasional irritation (on the topic of player value) continues stemming.

Before the 1994 implementation of the NFL salary cap, any demands that GM Jerry “PAY THE MAN!” required no serious, in-depth plan. The setting was simple: pay the dude or – with the (bought off?) help of your fellow bottom-line owners – against proper payment you could attempt to collude. The age-old goal was to grind the talent until it popped like a pimple. Since that time, the iteratively-growing salary cap and the potently-profitable network television contracts have remade the NFL financial landscape. As soft as the NFLPA union has often been labeled, that reputation has not deterred more and more individual players (largely agent-enabled) from entering many a holdout scrape.

Now, with the next big (no – HUGE) set of TV deals due to arrive in 2022 – perhaps in parallel with GOBS of gambling goodies the NFL hopes to have officially pushed through – what are well-informed, (far more) health-conscious, brand-wary star athletes to do? One thing is for sure: fans need not proudly shout DC4L (Dallas Cowboys For Life) while slitting their wrists with a fantasy knife. No need to become demure but – perhaps – take a (strongly encouraged?) learning detour.

 
So much (out of largely-insipid prognostication and COVIDIAN boredom) has been made of the stare down standoff between GM Jerry and star quarterback Dak Prescott. “America’s Team” wants a discount, and Dak wants everything Jerry’s got. The truth lies somewhere in the middle. Those members of Cowboys Nation who (of late) have been paying attention are well aware of the current bone of contention (with the amount and immediacy of guaranteed money having allegedly been settled for Prescott’s pending extension). The number of years on Dak’s next contract (and how that number may intersect with the NFL’s next network television pact) is the ongoing answer to the Cowboys’ biggest offseason riddle.

Still, there is a property-purchasing theme that forevermore will impact the value over which a player (from star to backup) attempts to negotiate with their given team.

FMV

“What is FMV? Full Motion Video? Some kind of aeronautical acronym like Follow My Vector?” you curiously question with no real objection. FMV refers to the far-from-new “Fair Market Value” . . . for the educational purpose of distinguishing an artificially-heightened material worth versus something more realistic and back down to Earth.

When a home buyer purchases a home – more often than not (and save for regions of the world where land can only be leased) – that home buyer is purchasing both the home and the property on which it was built. And – as with any home acquisition – the buyer who makes a poorly-informed decision is wracked with guilt. The home (and / or surrounding property) is pursued – unless it is a brand-new dwelling – for how it has been historically perceived leading up to the point of purchase: location, curb appeal, structural fit-and-finish, maintenance record, size, and the potential for future modifications (as well as stable tax assessments, year over year).

When a professional sports team signs an athlete to a new contract, they are – always and forever – paying for the use of both that athlete’s physically-fit body and professional-grade skill. And – as with any player acquisition – the team that makes a poorly-informed decision feels rather ill. The player (and accompanying-skill) is pursued – unless the player is a shrink-wrapped rookie (deserving of no more than a “Good Boy!” cookie) – for how that player’s career has been perceived leading up to the point of signing: visual appeal, leadership, ability to overcome limitations / mistakes of teammates, routine fitness, injury history, size, the potential for future modifications that may lead to Super Bowl celebrations (and few-to-no future contract squabbles to fear).

Millions of people – up and down the ladder from around the world – line up to make that deal and take that dare, but only a proportionally-comparative few respect the rules of “buyer beware.” Some people do the research and check their math. Other people “table [seemingly simple problems] until later” and inconceivably take a glorious bath.

FMV – assuming a history of better-than-average deliveries from the player in question – practically makes a player financially (though not emotionally) immune to any “normal” remarks (by his own team or prognosticators) on any known performance hole. Rather than the player's worth being judged (sometimes harshly) for producing favorable results against bad teams that were not necessarily duplicative against good teams, the player is at least (or at most) offered a “fire-and-forget” single or multi-year contract with an annual average of the top five salaries currently paid by other teams for their players occupying the same role.

FMV – with the above basis in mind – also dampens the need for ANY player in question to occasionally or routinely consider making the following deflective public statements in kind:

“You can ONLY play who is on your schedule . . . whether your opponents be meat or vegetable.”

“You can ONLY run the plays and audibles given to you by your coach . . . unless you are Aaron Rodgers, who viewed his former frozen tundra instructor, ahem, as a limited-capacity roach."
 
Improvise away from a ‘carefully’ planned play call? I have neither the disloyal desire, the post-snap sense of anticipation, nor the in-the-moment gall. Not ONE ounce of willful 'ROMO RISK' and – with your understanding on this clearly sore subject – consider moving along, with no one else [?] here to object, tsk, tsk.”

 
“You can ONLY throw to the receivers on your roster . . . whether clearly-skilled or a performance imposter.”

“Accuracy is in the eye of the beholder . . . who may see the need for a target-leading toss or a receiver who prefers to ‘go up and get it’. You know, be bolder, like a convenient, course-correcting boss.”

“Shrinking in a critical moment against a below-average or injury-hampered team . . . can also be viewed as, um, an opposing defense unexpectedly picking up steam.”

“Why so interested in reviewing my performances for the HOW and WHEN of yards, touchdowns, interceptions, and fumbles in situational awareness scenarios against specific regular season and particular playoff foes? Why not simply admire my vaguely-defined year-end results without slinging any ‘You’re Not Clutch!’ insults?”

“CERTAINLY, ‘averages’ – from game to game and over the course of an entire season – tend to blur or completely hide statistics from disastrous, in-the-moment opportunties, but there is no need to react like savages for such an itty-bitty, teeny-weeny, decision-making reason, if you please.”
 
“While quarterbacks – often as the single Most IMPORTANT and HIGHEST-PAID players on the field – are traditionally, historically expected to overcome the errors of their teammates and though ‘a rising tide lifts ALL boats’ . . . THAT phrase is not one of MY quotes.”

FMV – sadly – does not care if a player is the most beloved and generous human being on Earth, nor does it care if a player is among the very worst troglodytes with an intensely greedy thirst, of which there is no dearth.
 
FMV neither validates a player’s value for a given role nor validates a comparable player’s value for that same role.

 
FMV neither verifies L'Oréal’s contention that a player has received an exorbitant contract "Because [he is] worth it," nor because of that player’s difference-making merit (though THAT would be the very best reason to parrot).
 
 
FMV only confirms that what ONE team previously paid a player for his role may, May, MAY have to be matched or exceeded by one or more other teams which find themselves with the (almost always) untimely responsibility of having to renew the contracts of their own players who happen to occupy that same role.

FMV – just as importantly – completely ignores whether a seemingly good or highly-productive player was previously forced to conduct their duties through a predictable system or unimaginative coaching layer.

FMV neither validates Dak as “worth” $35-40M per year nor corroborates Carson Wentz and Jared Goff (his most-immediate, comparable peers) as worth even slightly less money. The fear of being stuck with a FMV established by other teams is what clearly encouraged the Philadelphia Eagles and Los Angeles Rams to slather, err, set the market with excess honey. And NOW, as Dallas finds itself (at least or at most) third in line, it is Prescott’s turn to dine. While Stephen Jones swore Dallas is “damn sure NOT going to be a market-setter,” here the Cowboys are (picking out a tattoo that will best obscure the coming big-money scar).
 
Whataboutism Schism

“What about? What About? WHAT ABOUT? What about HIM? What about THEM? To whom can we REDIRECT?!” – Cowboys Nation (conveniently moving their own goal posts in full effect). Discerning members of the fan base are routinely willing to look directly at the game day, difference-making, in-the-moment performance of the coaches, units, and players for THE reasons why or why not (outside of injuries, inspired opponents, or ruinous referees) critical victories and fantastic awards (both financial and celebratory) are or should be added to the Dallas Cowboys’ story. But this latest “lecture within a lecture” is aimed at the mindless majority of brand ambassador clans, not the shrinking minority of clear-headed fans.
 
 
"W-What about the Seattle Seahawks and the most MONSTROUS of deals they gave to Russell Wilson? Do they not ALSO have a responsible hand in how Dak feels?!" you exclaim (insisting a third party – beyond Philly and L.A. – owns a share of the blame). Wilson – during the vast majority of his career – has performed admirably behind an offensive line made of Swiss cheese. He has been able to significantly overcome many of his team's deficiencies – and some (but not all) of his own mistakes – to help his team create timely breaks. Though in a scenario (where clutch is never too much) a bad play-call and even worse execution stopped Wilson from batting .1000 in the NFL's biggest game, going 1-2 in Super Bowls is far from lame. Dragging Wilson into a comparative conversation involving a non-Super Bowl participant, a one-time Super Bowl champion (who never played in the big game due – in hindsight – to his increasingly-fragile frame), and a one-time Super Bowl competitor (who when consistently-pressured turned into a bed wetter) . . . is – at THIS time – a bit rich and will only dump your point into a ditch.
 
FMV does not force an organization to acquiesce to “the going rate” of pay (whether or not it was “criminally” set by another team in a really bad way), but FMV also does not provide mental or media shelter from the myopic masses who will (undoubtedly) scream bloody murder (or praise heaven above) if-or-when their favorite team diabolically denies said player his dollar sign day (or grants him a contract that fits as smoothly as an Isotoner glove).

 
"WHAT is with all the HATE?! GM Jerry and son Stephen squarely REFUSE to pay OUR quarterback well above the GOING RATE?!" you might angrily announce (while wildly waving around the fan membership card you may suddenly threaten to renounce).

"OUR quarterback is now the HIGHEST-PAID in the land [even though his compartmentalized postseason results may be momentarily bland]!" you might also proudly pronounce (while so blissfully bathed in false equivalency that you could care not one ounce).
 
“Did you REALLY just spend ALL THAT TIME explaining that Dak getting the biggest-ever contract in league history does NOT immediately, magically transform him into the best quarterback (or even a top-5 passer) in the NFL? Why do you have to be such a killjoy party pooper? WHAT THE HELL?!” you exhaustedly clap back (after a seemingly uncalled-for intelligence attack).

 
For every Dak Prescott for whom a team is about to break the bank, there is a – GASP – Brock Osweiler or Blake Bortles for whom a team desperately / lazily / unknowingly (?) walks the plank. The Tortured Cowboys Fan is pleased to have Dak as the leader of the Cowboys’ attack (as was the case with “That Announcer Guy” where often-horrifying years of the alternative simply did not fly). Prescott WILL get paid for his four years of hard work and largely-unexpected, perhaps instructionally-stunted, but ultimately-delightful improvement from an AMAZING year-one, followed by three more seasons where, um, exploration of his difference-making ceiling (when play-call choices and teammate performances were not always appealing) was increasingly under the gun.

 
The Tortured Cowboys Fan merely asks the myopic members of Cowboys Nation to stop (naively or willfully?) confusing FMV with a true, historically-earned worth that would otherwise bring the price tag of ANY star player (not named Tom Brady, Joe Montana, Terry Bradshaw, Troy Aikman, Peyton Manning, Roger Staubach, Ben Roethlisberger, John Elway, Bart Starr, Steve Young, Russell Wilson, or even Patrick Mahomes) back down to Earth (through a no-haggle deal that would have already been long-done).
 
Are the popularity-propelled, brand-brain-washed minions of GM Jerry and son Stephen, um, hee-hee, ha-Ha-HAAAAA, Actually LISTENING? It seems they are determined to willfully or ignorantly celebrate “Fair Market Value Mediocrity” with former expectations of Super Bowl victories, err, NFC Championship wins, err, NFC division round success apparently, inexplicably no longer glistening.

Every generation of professional football is different (from oldest to newest, from open-minded to rigid purest). Every rule change (from offense-enhancing to defense-restricting to special-teams-neutering to – overall – player or "product" protecting) further promotes such competitive distinction to help the incredibly popular modern-day NFL escape unimaginable extinction.
 
While pro football continues to gain ever-increasing separation from its former, maximum-brutality existence (as a direct result of a safety first, legal trouble second policy by league office insistence), there is a significantly STINKY side effect from pairing that pattycake proclamation with, um, nuance-free FMV. Being "a" player (among a similarly-skilled handful, out of 32 starting quarterbacks) currently occupying the SINGLE-MOST-IMPORTANT POSITION in today's game who, respectively, receives and requires more (in terms of face-of-the-franchise financials and play-call / personnel provisions) while delivering little-to-no difference-making success under compartmentalized, in-the-moment duress, is simply unsustainable, you surely see.
 
COMPARTMENTALIZED in terms of that single-most-important player almost always having a productive CHOICE (rather than an uncomfortable voice) when a game-changing opportunity is exclusively in HIS tip-of-the-spear hand (especially, historically, and traditionally WHENnot if – key coaches, other lesser-paid stars, and role players intermittently or consistently fail to help HIM make a successful stand and achieve victory as planned). While NFL teamwork has always been about WE, that teamwork still begins and ends with the quarterback being HE. Quarterbacks who can more-than-manage that SITUATIONAL SMOKE will routinely command a fair market value that gives bean counters, err, “pie servers” a stroke.

 
"FOR THE LAST TIME” [followed by more Unbridled LAUGHTER] – unless and until The Tortured Cowboys Fan decides to deviate, once again, from the “Don’t Lecture Us!” plan – fair market value neither makes a quarterback elite, nor does it suddenly fill the organically-diagnostic gaps which prevent that quarterback from trying, in the most critical moments, to successfully COMPETE.

Will They Or Won’t They?

Will Dak Prescott (who has generously acquiesced from an opportunistic three-year preference up to four) and America’s Team (whom have gone from a ridiculous seven-year preference down to five) FINALLY meet in the center on a mutually-equitable arrangement towards which both parties strive?

Will GM Jerry bring Dak around on his perspective of a five-year directive by upping the ante with PLENTY MORE guaranteed money?

We shall see. We always do.