Ok, I'll use the words "flat-out PISSED!" Read on, just read on............
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Eldorado's TO saga deepens
By RANDY GALLOWAY
Star-Telegram Staff Writer
OXNARD, Calif. - The most impressive specimen of a player on the practice field here Tuesday was none other than some guy named Owens.
The size. The power. The speed.
Man, was he fast. And was he something to behold.
One-hundred-yard sprints at max RPM. I saw two of them, and he might have done more.
To watch that, and Bill Parcells apparently was sneaking a view from the other practice field, you'd have thought this guy named Owens was the healthiest player in Cowboys camp.
And certainly the most well-rested.
Absolutely no way, I'm thinking, that after that public display in the morning this guy named Owens wouldn't finally be back in uniform and tearing it up in the afternoon practice session.
Wrong, stupid.
At 5 p.m. PDT, this guy named Owens showed up in sweats, once again climbed atop the same sideline stationary bike that now has his permanent butt print, and started slowly peddling away.
Make it 14 consecutive practices over the last two weeks that Eldorado Owens has now missed.
It's a hamstring problem, don't you know.
A guy runs 10-flat 100s in the morning as 80 other players practice in full uniform, and then the same guy gives himself yet another hamstring pass in the afternoon.
But there was also another impressive individual workout session by Owens in the afternoon.
The picture of heath, he is. And still no practice.
A classic battle continues in this camp.
A battle of authority, egos and manhood.
Big Bill in one corner, Owens in the other.
Round 1 has clearly gone to Owens.
He is beating Parcells at Parcells' game: Intimidation.
I don't know if Parcells has ever lost one of these in all his coaching days.
Some say he had to be cutting Lawrence Taylor a lot of slack way back there, but most of that was supposed to involve Taylor's off-the-field issues.
Owens flat doesn't want to practice, obviously. Parcells is a stickler for players being on the practice field.
In an interesting contradiction Monday, Parcells was seen berating receiver Terry Glenn for missing work with blisters on the bottom of his feet.
Less than 20 yards away, Owens sat on a bike, with no one blistering his ears.
Parcells is losing this battle. Forget the personalities involved; it's very bad for a football team when the coach is not in total charge.
That goes double for a coach with the pedigree of Parcells.
As Owens was doing from his very first missed workout in this camp, and was still doing Tuesday, he has strongly marked his territory.
Owens is in charge of Owens. No one else is in charge of Owens.
He will practice, and he will play, when he says he's ready to practice or to play.
(Where are all you Cow sheep who were telling me that Owens would be a saint in his first year here, because he had been in Philly? By the way, the same sheep said he would never push a Parcells like he did a nice guy named Andy Reid in Philadelphia.)
It took Eldorado less than a week in Oxnard to become a major distraction. And excuse my told-you-so, but this is just the start.
Even a minimum amount of research revealed that Owens was a problem his first year with the Eagles, but much of it stayed under wraps because the Eagles were so good that season.
Owens was a prime reason for them being Super Bowl good.
If it's any consolation for the Cowboys, at least all of this is out in the open in Oxnard. Let there be no mistake or confusion about what is happening right from the start.
A popular theory here is Owens will practice today, maybe Thursday, so he can play on national TV on Monday night.
Another theory is that Parcells, remarkably docile so far on Owens, will have had a "come-to-Jesus" meeting with Owens by today.
A practice-or-else line drawn in the dirt.
Team insiders say Parcells is seething over Owens.
But I'll have to take their word for it.
The man sure seems calm.
When asked Tuesday about Owens' impressive display of power sprinting that morning, Bill had patience with the questioner.
"He also ran yesterday," he answered. But then finally backed off the topic by adding, "I really don't have much to say. This subject is getting redundant."
Parcells can't win here. This Owens muscle-flexing will end when Owens decides it will end.
There is only one way to beat this kind of ego. Don't sign him in the first place. Don't give him 10 mil guaranteed. Jerry, are you listening now?
You invite trouble, there will be trouble.
This kind of trouble can make you on Sunday, but the track record says Owens will eventually break you.
When in this training camp does Parcells reach his breaking point?
Those 100-yard sprints were mighty impressive Tuesday morning. Impressive in speed and power, but also in Owens' flexing his you-can't-touch-me authority for all to see.
Randy Galloway's Galloway & Co. can be heard weekdays 3-6 p.m. on ESPN/103.3 FM.
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Eldorado's TO saga deepens
By RANDY GALLOWAY
Star-Telegram Staff Writer
OXNARD, Calif. - The most impressive specimen of a player on the practice field here Tuesday was none other than some guy named Owens.
The size. The power. The speed.
Man, was he fast. And was he something to behold.
One-hundred-yard sprints at max RPM. I saw two of them, and he might have done more.
To watch that, and Bill Parcells apparently was sneaking a view from the other practice field, you'd have thought this guy named Owens was the healthiest player in Cowboys camp.
And certainly the most well-rested.
Absolutely no way, I'm thinking, that after that public display in the morning this guy named Owens wouldn't finally be back in uniform and tearing it up in the afternoon practice session.
Wrong, stupid.
At 5 p.m. PDT, this guy named Owens showed up in sweats, once again climbed atop the same sideline stationary bike that now has his permanent butt print, and started slowly peddling away.
Make it 14 consecutive practices over the last two weeks that Eldorado Owens has now missed.
It's a hamstring problem, don't you know.
A guy runs 10-flat 100s in the morning as 80 other players practice in full uniform, and then the same guy gives himself yet another hamstring pass in the afternoon.
But there was also another impressive individual workout session by Owens in the afternoon.
The picture of heath, he is. And still no practice.
A classic battle continues in this camp.
A battle of authority, egos and manhood.
Big Bill in one corner, Owens in the other.
Round 1 has clearly gone to Owens.
He is beating Parcells at Parcells' game: Intimidation.
I don't know if Parcells has ever lost one of these in all his coaching days.
Some say he had to be cutting Lawrence Taylor a lot of slack way back there, but most of that was supposed to involve Taylor's off-the-field issues.
Owens flat doesn't want to practice, obviously. Parcells is a stickler for players being on the practice field.
In an interesting contradiction Monday, Parcells was seen berating receiver Terry Glenn for missing work with blisters on the bottom of his feet.
Less than 20 yards away, Owens sat on a bike, with no one blistering his ears.
Parcells is losing this battle. Forget the personalities involved; it's very bad for a football team when the coach is not in total charge.
That goes double for a coach with the pedigree of Parcells.
As Owens was doing from his very first missed workout in this camp, and was still doing Tuesday, he has strongly marked his territory.
Owens is in charge of Owens. No one else is in charge of Owens.
He will practice, and he will play, when he says he's ready to practice or to play.
(Where are all you Cow sheep who were telling me that Owens would be a saint in his first year here, because he had been in Philly? By the way, the same sheep said he would never push a Parcells like he did a nice guy named Andy Reid in Philadelphia.)
It took Eldorado less than a week in Oxnard to become a major distraction. And excuse my told-you-so, but this is just the start.
Even a minimum amount of research revealed that Owens was a problem his first year with the Eagles, but much of it stayed under wraps because the Eagles were so good that season.
Owens was a prime reason for them being Super Bowl good.
If it's any consolation for the Cowboys, at least all of this is out in the open in Oxnard. Let there be no mistake or confusion about what is happening right from the start.
A popular theory here is Owens will practice today, maybe Thursday, so he can play on national TV on Monday night.
Another theory is that Parcells, remarkably docile so far on Owens, will have had a "come-to-Jesus" meeting with Owens by today.
A practice-or-else line drawn in the dirt.
Team insiders say Parcells is seething over Owens.
But I'll have to take their word for it.
The man sure seems calm.
When asked Tuesday about Owens' impressive display of power sprinting that morning, Bill had patience with the questioner.
"He also ran yesterday," he answered. But then finally backed off the topic by adding, "I really don't have much to say. This subject is getting redundant."
Parcells can't win here. This Owens muscle-flexing will end when Owens decides it will end.
There is only one way to beat this kind of ego. Don't sign him in the first place. Don't give him 10 mil guaranteed. Jerry, are you listening now?
You invite trouble, there will be trouble.
This kind of trouble can make you on Sunday, but the track record says Owens will eventually break you.
When in this training camp does Parcells reach his breaking point?
Those 100-yard sprints were mighty impressive Tuesday morning. Impressive in speed and power, but also in Owens' flexing his you-can't-touch-me authority for all to see.
Randy Galloway's Galloway & Co. can be heard weekdays 3-6 p.m. on ESPN/103.3 FM.
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