As an ex-employee (of my own volition) of the Dallas Cowboys, I was greatly amused at Jennifer Briggs' tell-all tale on the "plowboys" ["Secrets from Cowboys camp," August 17]. It was great for someone to finally spill some of the beans on America's Team.
However, it was a wonderful organization to work for back in the Landry-Schramm days. There was a true team spirit, from the front office to the field, and like Harvey Martin said, they had their share of titties and beer then, too. But there was a sense of decency attached to the organization as a whole which Jerry Jones promptly eviscerated as soon as he took over.
I grew accustomed to such changes (among many others) as Jerry walking by, before noon many days, with his highball glass of scotch already melting the ice, or going to work each day not knowing who would have just been asked to leave after years of service and loyalty. And, of course, Jerry didn't do the firing--he made their supervisors do the deed.
You, see, people were not and are still not important to Jerry. What was important was his obsession with his newfound fame and that gaggle of beautiful young girls he could surround himself with at any time. The morning that one of Jerry's Arkansas cronies grabbed a handful of my ass as he walked by and wished me a "good morning" was the last handful of ass they were going to take from me. I decided to leave before they got the chance to tell me it was my time to go.
I would like to say thanks to Coach Landry and Tex for making the old Cowboys organization a place I will always be proud to have worked for. But Coach, it's a good thing you left when you did. You would have been really sad if you had stayed to see all of that.
Name withheld by request
Three strikes--she's out
There are few writers who can disrupt my emotional balance and make me throw the newspaper across the dining room and against the wall. Jennifer Briggs is one of those writers. I have considered writing this letter twice before, but I, like President Clinton, subscribe to the "three strikes--you're out." One must say something so incredibly ignorant, malicious, or just plain stupid three times before I write.
Well, Ms. Briggs is about to be indicted because of her piece on the Cowboys. I do not know what kind of problem Ms. Briggs has with black athletes--or, for that matter, black people.
Please explain to me her rationale for the continual references to the magazine Black Tail and how the black athletes preferred and bought every copy of this. Or her description of the model as having a "considerable hindquarters." What a thinly veiled sexist comment. Considerable hindquarters? Is that any way to refer to a human being--a person, I might add, of Ms. Briggs' own gender? I hope she is bright and intelligent enough to realize this isn't even on the periphery of funny. Were the copies of Playboy and Penthouse purchased with such regularity by the white players?
I also remember Ms. Briggs' unflattering portrayal of Jason Kidd as churlish, spoiled, and unfocused. I've never had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Kidd, but I'll surmise that he's about 180 degrees different from what she wrote. And her routine evisceration of Roy Tarpley juxtaposes nicely with the pattern she has established.
Is it possible that Ms. Briggs could somehow find something positive to write about black athletes? Maybe if she'd stop slithering around convenience stores comparing the number of issues of Black Tail sold versus how many black athletes frequented the establishment, she could offer us a compelling, well-written story.
Surely, since the hometown pro sports teams--at least those playing in the NBA and NFL--are populated with a large percentage of black players, she could unearth something more positive to write about than the fact that Emmitt Smith traded autographs for condoms and that Steve McNair is Texas' newest millionaire. (Let's just ignore this man's accomplishments as a collegiate athlete and highlight the fact that he's wearing baggy shorts and an earring.)
And moreover, why the ongoing dissin' of Nate Newton? I thought the bodies of offensive linemen weren't supposed to be sculpted like Bo Jackson's. The man has a long track record of being successful in the NFL--why impugn him because of his weight? Evaluate him on whether he's a good pass blocker--not on what his weight was when he entered camp, or what he had for lunch.
Maybe there really is some conspiracy to denigrate black athletes in the eyes of the public through this kind of journalism. We know about conspiracies in this city, don't we?...