Mud on the Cleats, Money on the Pine, and Trench Realities
I spent Tuesday morning leaning against the chain-link fence behind the grandstands, scraping a week's worth of dried stadium mud off my work boots with a pocketknife while listening to local AM radio callers holler about play-calling. Out on the real gridiron, old Jerry Jones finally got something right on Monday night by demanding his Cowboys sti...



