Somewhat unfortunately, this is how a once-5-11 team gets better.
It looks in the doghouses. It scans the detention list. It casts a longing glance at somebody like Leon, the guy in the beer commercials.
“There’s no `I’ in team,” the TV reporter reminds Leon.
“Well, there ain’t no `we,’ either,” Leon responds.
This is how a team that needs a few shortcuts does it. It ignores the bad headlines. It juggles the salary cap numbers. It trades problems with another hungry club.
It starts figuring out a way to get Leon–in this case, Keyshawn Johnson–the blankety-blank ball.
That’s Keyshawn. Rhymes with Me-shawn.
The Cowboys’ problem is wide receiver Joey Galloway, who cost the team two first-round draft picks and whose inconsistent production is about to become an expensive career flaw.
Johnson sits in the same corner of the classroom, salary-wise. But worse–the space between him and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers is lined with smoldering bridges.
Let Bill Parcells have Johnson’s reins. He’ll know when to yank hard or when to let him ride.
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As Galloway would be a nice, speed receiver fit for the Buccaneers, Johnson would become an intriguing piece of the puzzle for the Cowboys.
This is how an anxious NFL team gets better.
It swaps its problems. It scans the detention list. It signs the Leons.
It trusts the head coach.