Hi... or, I guess Howdy may be more appropos...
I was born on October 13, 1942, exactly ten years before some idiotic blogger from Missouri. More about Missouri in a sec, but, I was borned in LA. My Pops was pretty smart, figuring people kinda liked to eat, so he/we owned an independent grocery store.
Didn't stay long in LA (3 yrs) then, mom, dad, fetched us up and moved to North Little Rock, Arkansas. Pops, my dad Pat, then opened up TWO grocery stores in AR, Pat's Super Markets.
I liked me some sports, and, I played running back for North Little Rock High School, graduating in 1960. Mom, dad, bootscooted to Missouri (See, toldya).. and by this time, all them meat and veggies sales enabled Pops to form, and be chairman of Modern Security Life Insurance Company. I guess he did perty good. The first year, company was worth $440K... by year four it'd grown to $6.2 Million. Beats sellin' beets and beef.
I, however, liked Arkansas, so I stayed there. Arkansas Arkansas, I just love ole Arkansas. The University of Arkansas to be exact. I guess, thanks to a heapin' helpin' of meat and taters from Pat's Markets, I'd grown a tad. Once a running back, now I was an offensive lineman.
You mighta heard some of these names... Frank Broyles was our head coach... We had the Outland Trophy winner Lloyd Phillips, and College Football Hall'a Famer, linebacker Ronnie Caveness.
I wasn't done namin' names, new paragraph. Thanks for your patience. One'a my teammates was a feller named Jimmy Johnson, oh, and we had some nifty dudes on the Coaching staff... Hayden Fry. Johnny Majors, and another guy named Switzer, Barry I think his first name was.
Not too brag (I try not to do that more than once a day) but I was co-captain in 1964 and all of us won the National Championship, outpacing some names you mighta heard of, Joe Willie Namath, Gale Sayers, Freddie Biletnikoff and John Huarte and his Heisman'ness.
Football done, now what? Well, I borrowed a fast Million from Jimmy Hoffa's Teamster Union, moved to Missouri, and started me a chain with a mess of Shakey's Pizza Parlors. After awhile, I made a phone call, "Dad, this ain't workin', can you get me a job?"
Did, in Modern Security Life in Springfield, MO. Bored, I tried to see if Jimmy could get me a little more Teamster dough and I's gonna ask to see if I could buy the San Diego Chargers of the AFL. Nope, didn't work, never did.
Back to Arkansas... Arkansas Arkansas, I just love ole Arkansas. Folks hadta eat, so the grocery store idea worked (never mind the Pizza)... People die, so, life insurance did too. People have to drive to get somewhere, so I started me an oil and gas exploration business, Jones Oil and Land Lease, to be exact. Oops, sorry, slipped.
Also, the success of the insurance company allowed us (daddy Pat, mom, me) buy the 5,500 acre Buena Vista Ranch in Rogersville, Missouri. We carved out 400 acres of that ranch and opened a place where tourists could visit exotic animals - it's now known as Wild Animal Safari.
This is getting long Victor, speed it up. OK, will.
Much more happened. Bought the Dallas Cowboys. Got ridda Tom Landry, that tweren't popular. Hired my old teammate Jimmy Johnson. First season we finished 1-15. Them Cowboy fans was squintin' one eye and lookin' at us with their head tilted from the other.
Tweren't long, we had one'a the best franchises in the NFL (I kinda like calling the Cowboys "America's Team")... Super Bowl Champs three times in four 'years ('92, '93, '95).
Today, ifn's you compared me to the Kansas City Chiefs, "I am the Clark Hunt and the Brett Veach, and I guess I can pry a bit and try to play Andy Reid and Matt Nagy too."
Who am I?
Orville Footstink, of course.
JK. Jerral (Jerry) Wayne Jones Sr.
Knock knock. Who's there? Inquiring minds. Inquiring minds who? Who, wanna know Jerry Jones' present net worth, ain'tya gonna tell us (and did he pay the Teamsters back the cool Mil?).. I dunno his net worth. OK dangit, $17 BILLION. And I know nothing about the Teamsters.
Go Chiefs, love, Victurd
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