When I was the News and Sports Director at KHLB Radio in the ’90s, I made the 60-minute drive from Marble Falls to St. Edward’s University in Austin at least twice a week in the summers to cover the Dallas Cowboys training camps. The media parking lot was several hundred yards away from the main practice field, but as soon as I parked and opened the door to my truck, I could hear Jimmy.
Jimmy Johnson coached the Cowboys loudly. In your face. Hollering and yelling. Running back and forth between the offensive huddles and the defensive huddles during scrimmages. Exchanging forearm shivers with linemen and expletive-laced insults with the skill players. Banishing kickers to the “asthma field.” Getting down in the grass with running backs and DBs during quickness drills. Both encouraging and lambasting with equal opportunity and fervor. No nonsense. Active. Seemingly coaching every group all over two fields at the same time. Loudly. Standing on the sidelines at these practices, you always knew where Jimmy was and what he was saying. He was omnipresent.
There was never any doubt who was in charge of the Cowboys back then. And Jimmy Johnson was in charge of all of it. He took the Tom Landry – Tex Schramm Cowboys from a franchise-record six-year NFC Championship Game appearance drought to the first of back-to-back Super Bowl wins in just four seasons. They were Jimmy’s players, Jimmy’s coaches, Jimmy’s trades, Jimmy’s draft picks, and Jimmy’s rules.
Following his way-too-short Hall of Fame coaching career, Jimmy spent 31 football seasons on Fox’s NFL Pregame Show. It was obvious to everyone watching that the other Hall of Famers on the program like Bradshaw, Howie, and Strahan, admired and respected Jimmy for his football knowledge and achievements and also loved him for just being a good guy and a great friend. Jimmy has always been great fun to listen to, both from the sidelines at a Cowboys summer practice and from my living room couch on a Sunday afternoon.
The Jimster finally called it quits yesterday. He’s been hinting at retirement for a couple of years now and it became all but certain when Fox Sports rolled out that weird AI-generated video tribute to Johnson during the Super Bowl pre-game show last month. All NFL fans are going to miss him. We’re going to miss him a lot more than he’s going to miss us. Jimmy doesn’t need the spotlight or the schedule; he’s going to be just fine on his fishing boat in Florida. But Sundays are going to be a little less fun now.
Everything changed for the Cowboys when Jerry Wayne forced Jimmy out after that second straight Super Bowl championship–I don’t need to document it here. Again. But I do recall how different it was on those practice fields at St. Ed’s. It was hard finding Barry Switzer. Where’s the head coach? Which group is he working with? Who is he coaching? Where is he? It would turn into a game sometimes on the sidelines at training camp. Someone would say, “Where’s Barry?” and it would take a good long time for any of us to locate him. Inevitably, someone would spot him, usually sitting in a golf cart signing autographs and taking pictures with young women. During practice.
All hail the Jimster. A wise and humorous, authoritative, and trust-worthy presence for more than 35-years. I wish him the very best.
Peace,
Allan
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