First, let me qualify myself by saying that I’ve been a Cowboys fan for over 20 years and have ridden with the highs and lows with the best of them. The Campo years came during my college tenure, which was exceedingly painful growing up in the greater-Philadelphia area. I sat in silence through the drubbings (albeit they certainly didn't begin and end with Dave) - the crazy failure that was Roy Williams’ coverage against Santana Moss, through the 11-second Monday Night scramble by McNabb, through the never-ending smack talk – and I’m not complaining – just showing some of my scars. That being said, I’m at a crossroads in my fandom and I’m hoping I’m not the only one. We as Americans (and I’m generalizing here, so if you’re from Canada or Mexico, bear with me) believe a few fundamental things as a part of our capitalist, free market society – one of which is aptly named the American dream. While highly subjective, in short it means that anyone with the right amount of intelligence, can-do attitude, and elbow grease can beat the odds. We believe that the most qualified applicant for a job should get it. We believe that the good guys should win, and the bad guys should lose. Collectively, all of us working folk (even if you aren’t working now – reflect to your last job if you have to) know the ‘idiot manager’ who has zero idea what he’s doing and constantly screwing up, and you wonder why he hasn’t been fired. While he probably makes you feel like your job is safe because you’re nowhere near as dumb and are far more useful to the company, you wonder why he still has a job – and you secretly, a piece of you, no matter how small, hopes he gets his ‘just desserts’. No one likes being associated with that manager. He’s constantly overcompensating by being the loudest guy in the room, when in fact, he knows the least. Half the time he opens his mouth, he’s putting his foot in it. We’ve all had interactions with this person at work – and if you haven’t, maybe you are that guy. That man – folks – is our owner. He’s the anti-American dream. Yes, he’s a self-made billionaire. Good for him. If I wanted someone to run my prospecting company, is name would be at the top. But the mindset of ‘I know football because I was on a college championship team in the 60s and was Jimmy Johnsons pet monkey in the early 90s’ is an insult to every single professional that cut their teeth in the business of scouting and coaching from high school all the way up to the professionals. You can’t ‘fudge’ 30 years of experience because you have a shitload of money Jerry. You just can’t. As an American – to see this kind of jackassery rewarded is simply… well, it’s wrong. It’s like rooting for Bill Lumbergh in Office Space. No one roots for Bill. Owners like Robert Kraft, the Modells, and to a lesser extent Jeffrey Laurie – the ones that have the best interest of their fans at heart but stay out of the way of personnel and coaching operations are the gold standard, and deviations from this should be considered high-treason among fans. He’s given credence to even douchier owners like Dan Snyder to do whatever the hell they want. "I made my fortune at Johnny Rockets and Six Flags, I can has football!" No you effing can’t Daniel. If I was asking which type of paper apron and matching hat is most cost-effective to our production, then fine. Until then, sit your ass in your temperature controlled box and hire someone to de-smudge your glasses." Knowing Jerry from all of his media outlets - he'll never relinquish control of the team. He'll never admit defeat, he'll just keep trying new things, no matter how ludicrous. As he slips further and further into senility, I see our future mired in the current Oakland Raiders. An owner who can't let go slowly lets his team get worse and worse until his son with a worse haircut takes over. Then what? We start rooting for Jong-un? Which brings me to the inevitable: if it’s morally reprehensible to root for this franchise because of its patriarch… how can we?