Once upon a time at a Valley Ranch far, far away, Jimmy Johnson drove his black Nissan 300Z into the parking lot and hurried into the building. He’d summoned a snotty-nosed, smart-ass reporter to his office, and I sat nervously in the foyer.
After reading aloud my story in that day’s Fort Worth Star-Telegram about the Dallas Cowboys planning to use young defensive end Tony Hill as a one-man spy on Philadelphia Eagles’ quarterback Donovan McNabb, Jimmy slammed the paper down, leaned over his desk and demanded:
“You don’t have to help us row our boat, but I’m warning you not to punch holes in it.”
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