An Open Christmas Card To Randy "Ebenezer" Galloway

How lonely it must be to live in Randy Galloway's world. The crusty old alleged sportswriter has made his living sniping at Jerry Jones and all things Cowboys-related for the past decade. Only God knows (because it is doubtful Galloway can remember that many stiff drinks ago) how many times he has called for Jerry to fire himself as General Manager. It has been a popular stance that no doubt sold more than a few papers for the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.

So, what does Mr. Negativity do now that there is so little about which to be negative? Well, he just looks a little deeper until he finds something. There aren't too many bad things you can say about a team that is 8-1, has yet to lose a road game, and has taken care of business on both sides of the ball. But if you look hard enough, you will always find something you can bitch about. And, if bitching is your thing, then that's just what you will do.

So, this week's Galloway column accuses the Cowboys of being good, but dumb. Certainly, the 'Boys took a couple of dumb penalties, especially the Kevin Burnett taunting penalty just before the half. That could have cost a lot more than the three points that immediately resulted from it. But it didn't. The Cowboys saw to it that it didn't by storming out to a comfortable second half lead and then cruising in with a relatively easy road victory.

Even Galloway reluctantly admits that the Cowboys, as currently constructed by his whipping post, owner and general manager Jerry Jones, are pretty darn good. Declares the surly, dried-up, marginally-talented sportswriter, "The NFC East is under new ownership." That difficult admission notwithstanding, Galloway continues to strike that lone, dissonant cord in a symphony of cheers.

So, join me in offering Season's Greetings to Dallas' very own Randy "Ebenezer Scrooge" Galloway:

Enjoy that lump of coal while the longsuffering Cowboys fans celebrate a bountiful Christmas for a change. Your bitching is nothing more than the faint, fading voice of the glassy-eyed Ghost of Christmas Past.