If you have read this column before, then you may be vaguely aware that this writer has had coach Wade Phillips squarely in his sights almost since the coach rolled into Valley Ranch to sit on Uncle Jerry Jones’ knee and play puppet/coach for the Dallas Cowboys.
(Don’t you hate it when writers refer to themselves like that? “This writer.” Please. I mean to say “I” have done that.)
Wade Phillips is a great defensive coordinator. Not many would argue against that, even after Chicago Bears‘ offensive coordinator Mike Martz took him to the woodshed and taught him a lesson on in-game adjustments last Sunday. His defense coughing up the occasional hairball notwithstanding, if defensive coordinator was Phillips’ title, then I would be satisfied with the job he has done.