I really don’t know why I thought it would be different this season. But, for whatever reason, I thought Jerrah, at the age of 80-whatever, had finally gained the grace not to dirty the waters at training camp. But he has turned Oxnard into Mudslide Junction. Can anyone explain why he would pick a public fight with Zack Martin? And make it personal? Jones says “There is no resolution” to Martin’s contract holdout, adding, “He’ll come to camp when he comes to camp.” OK. Yes, football is a business and you can always claim that “a contract is a contract.” But then Lil’ Abner couldn’t help himself. “We need the money to pay (Micah) Parsons. We need the money to pay the players we’ve got to pay in the future.” Whoa! Now, by specifically invoking the name of another player, you’ve turned a business dispute into a spit in the eye. For Jones and the Cowboys, “the future is now” as we enter the 28th season of The Great Dallas Super Bowl Drought. Jerrah, you ain’t going anywhere without your 8-time Pro Bowl guard. You just essentially told him to go stand at the back of the line and STFU. And your quarterback also heard it. And you’re pissing him off, too. I thought it would be different this year. I was wrong.
To his credit, Denver coach Sean Payton has apologized for his public attack on former Broncos coach Nathaniel Hackett and his 2022 staff. “Unnecessary” would be the kindest way I could describe that ambush. More accurately, it was a shocking violation of The Code among NFL coaches. Hackett, of course, is now the Jets’ O.C. and has been reunited with Aaron Rodgers, with whom he worked in Green Bay with often spectacular results. Rodgers was spot-on Sunday when he came to Hackett’s defense and described Payton as “insecure” and told Payton to keep his coach’s name out of his mouth.
I hate it when I have to console myself with, “Well, at least the Rangers lost, too.” But here we are. The margin is still one game in the AL West. Chuck Howley will be enshrined in the PFHOF this weekend. If you don’t know what a stud Chuck Howley was, yes, I’m gonna tell you tomorrow.