DALLAS — It’s him. Hi. He’s the problem. It’s him.
On the surface, you wouldn’t know it. Miles Andres is a sweet, idealistic young man, determined to make the community a better place. He’s taught elementary school, coached youth sports, worked on a couple of political campaigns and intends to pursue a master’s degree in public policy. Something darker lurks, though: his birthday. He’ll turn 27 on Feb. 21, which, save for a playoff miracle, will correspond directly with the length of the Cowboys’ Super Bowl drought.
Miles is an Anti-Hero or a curse. At least to his older brother, Louis.
