To this point, the Dallas Cowboys’ coaching search has been each of the following: maddeningly insular, underwhelming and, in a hollow sort of way, attention grabbing in the vein of New York City’s Naked Cowboy or a miniature social media craze about cooking your chicken in laundry detergent (fun to look at, impossible to take seriously, instantly forgettable).
And while Jerry Jones has never been one to take common sense advice—Derrick Henry would like to say hello—here’s a quick primer on how to save this coaching search that’s small enough to fit on a notecard: Hire Kliff Kingsbury the minute the Washington Commanders are knocked out of the playoffs or win the Super Bowl.
