Last Friday morning Switzer paid an impromptu visit to the Cowboys' facility, wearing a black Harley-Davidson T-shirt and jeans. The side door he approached was locked, so he began banging on it with his fist. Finally, someone responded. It was Gailey, who was headed to the airport for a flight to Pittsburgh, where he was to attend the high school graduation of his son Andrew. For a moment both men looked startled. "Chan!" Switzer howled. "How the hell are ya?"
"Fine, Barry," Gailey replied, offering a slight smile. "Good to see you."
Then Gailey put his head down, walked out the door and went about his business, full steam ahead.