Jerry Jones is the second coming of Al Davis

Listen, Jerry Jones should himself take over as head coach of the feckless Dallas Cowboys football team. There is only one other NFL owner who comes close to Jerry in team management expertise, and that is Al Davis. Also, recall that Al was actually the head coach and offensive coordinator of the Raiders for several years (and compiled a winning record). Jerry has done so well as GM that he should now hand that function off to someone else who could continue his fine performance, someone like Matt Millen - I hear he is available. Then Jerry could try his hand as head coach - it is the only viable alternative. He could even keep Wade around, since he has to pay him anyway; maybe put him in charge of post-game apologies and team refreshments. I'm certain Jerry is just as mentally competent as Al Davis, and Al has done it all - owner, GM, and coach. Why should Jerry let Al outshine him in such fashion. This arrangement would have truly great entertainment value, and would be no worse than the current snafu. Jerry may make a great coach, who knows ?

Up against the wall dickwads !

I just abandoned a book called The Extinction Event, by David Black.

Here's what I thought of it:

The writer, editor, publisher and anyone else associated with this wanna-be novel should be pelted with rotten tomatoes. Either the author has been smitten with senility and the other culprits are giving him a pass, or this was written as a comic book and someone forgot to include the artwork. In any case it is a fraud, and if I had bought it instead of borrowing from the library, I would be insisting on my money back. Specifically, the characters in this travesty are one dimensional caricatures, and the plot is some stream-of-consciousness, ever-diverging departure from reality. The dialog is lifted directly from the Big Book of Cliches to Avoid, and the whole mess is punctuated by tedious descriptive narrative that adds nothing to the story, but must be intended merely to take up white space. This drivel is what I would expect from a vapid high school sophomore trying to write in the style of Mickey Spillane. This is the worst book I have ever attempted to read, and I admit I gave up a quarter of the way through, and just spot checked a page here and there after page 57, expecting it just had to get better, but it did not. Instead it just gets painfully worse and more improbably chaotic, and inspired me to write this review. Save your money. Wait for the comic book to come out.