GOODBYE, BULLS; HELLO, INDIANAPOLIS
Colts assistant general manager Bob Terpening called to say they wanted me for 1985 because there was a good chance one of their quarterbacks would be traded. He said Mark Herrmann wasn't happy. I was very interested but didn't want to commit until someone was actually traded. I didn't want to get locked in.
HELLO, NEW YORK JETS
Jim Royer of the Jets called in mid-December and also wanted to sign me for 1985. Royer said I was on the top of their list of potential signees. I was also very interested because, being a quarterback, you always dream of playing in the Big Apple. The pressure of playing in New York is incredible, but I'd love to have felt it.
GOODBYE, COLTS; GOODBYE, JETS; HELLO, DALLAS
Just before the Christmas holidays, Brandt called to say the Cowboys wanted me for the next year. He told me something could be happening with Danny White during the off-season and there was a good possibility of an opening. He said they would top any other team's offer I might get by adding a signing bonus.
I liked what Brandt said. I was going to sign with them. I knew it was a gamble, but I said to myself, No guts, no glory. He said they were glad to have me, and they would bring me down to their minicamp in April.
When I arrived at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport on April 1, I was met by a tall blonde who looked like a model. Deana was a secretary in the executive offices. I liked Dallas already. Awaiting me was a car and a furnished apartment right next to the Cowboys practice facility.
Even during off-season workouts the Cowboys would try to improve the team with innovative methods. They went so far as to have someone teach us to juggle to improve our hand-eye coordination. They also hired a karate teacher to drop by occasionally. Some of the players were really into it. Randy White seemed to have a handle on the martial arts. One day I walked in to find him throwing knives into a wooden target. I went the other way.
The Dallas quarterbacks were all good players and fine people. Danny White impressed me with his knowledge of the game. Gary Hogeboom (now with the Colts) impressed me with his talent. The two got along better than I thought would be the case. If there was any bitterness between them, I couldn't see it. With all the articles I had read (about White's being traded), I expected to find them at each other's throat.
Dallas was everything I expected: money, beautiful girls and cars. Lots of each. The mood was, if you didn't own a Mercedes, don't bother driving. We got priority treatment every place we went. When we had last-row tickets to see Madonna in concert, someone let it be known we were Cowboys and, bingo, front row. It got to the point that receiver Crawford Ker and I would say we were a couple of pool cleaners so we could talk to some girls who wouldn't be impressed with us just because we were Cowboys.
The preseason magazines had me making the team only if Danny White was traded. White hadn't been traded yet, and we were a week away from camp. I was going to play consistently and hope for the best.