Posts by feraltiger7

e, I don't recall that one 🙂

Well, I think some guys from Houston brought her in, if I recall correctly... maybe one of them. My memory is a little fuzzy, though. I just remember us practically piled on top of each other on the way back 🙂)

He wasn't grabbing sandwiches in Chicago, he was doing it in St. Louis. That's where Unknown totally cleared out the stands. I was actually there, so I know... it was easily the craziest away trip I've ever experienced, both during the game and the whole travel situation both ways.

Benjamin Anderson2 said:Copying this over from the old forum:

"Every major social phenomenon—and Jerry Jones is undeniably one—has its roots, its beginning, and its own history. Nothing happens by accident, especially not on this scale or with this kind of power. The origin of Jerry Jones, as one of the most powerful figures in this club and society, traces back to the legendary year of 1982. Back then, everyone wanted to be close to Vince Lombardi, even if just to catch a glimpse, but our protagonist managed to break into his inner circle. Those who remember him from that era tell stories like: 'Jerry was like that guy Unknown, or like that other Unknown. He was everywhere and everyone knew him. Yet, practically no one knows who he really is. He doesn't do anything concrete, but he's always right there where the 'players' are, hanging with the guys who have the cash.'

The older Bad Boys might remember Jerry Jones, but they’ll also just wave him off when it comes to being a leader. 'A leader? Nah. He went with us to New York City once before the war, like many others, but he didn't mean much to the group; he just wasn't part of the core. On that trip to New York City, he's best remembered for asking right before we hit the station: "Guys, you wanna fight now?" To which the response was that the local rivals usually don't greet you with flowers and cake.' Luckily for him, that trip stayed relatively chill. Another episode fans recall is the one in Chicago. Basically, Unknown acted like he was more of an international icon than any president; he could barely wait for the Boys to set off a couple of firecrackers and light some flares before ordering them to clear out. Even though that was pretty tame compared to what used to go off in stadiums across the old country, the police were just waiting for any excuse to crack down on the 'outsiders from Washington, D.C.' After the match, the club brass sent Jerry to fetch water and sandwiches for them at the practice field.
That's how it was back then; the 'little guy from the neighborhood' was tasked with all sorts of odd jobs, but he was always circling the club's leadership. Back then, he loved poking his nose into transfers, carrying a certain black bag, or collecting ten thousand bucks that went missing—through various means. Because of his wild temperament, he’d occasionally step on someone's toes, but the 'big guys' always had his back. At the club, it was primarily Vince Lombardi, who saw him as a sort of clone or a living reincarnation, while on the street, it was other 'players.' So, Jerry was always hovering around the club, but never with his hands directly in the cookie jar—maybe just a finger here and there. Somewhere in that period, by his own account, he was selling Styrofoam in front of the stadium or 'denim jeans to foreigners,' and probably a few other things on the edge of legality, which was common for many of those Washington, D.C. hustlers with an entrepreneurial spirit. But let's leave those stories aside and focus on his football path, even though it might be interesting to hear about the privatization of that local water company back during the transition era, which led to lawsuits and investigations, among other non-football drama. But that's a different story; let's get back to the football.
As for Dinamo, his big break came with American independence and the administration's push for privatization. He managed to become a co-owner alongside his mentor, Vince, though he never quite won over the President, despite his charm and 'smooth-talking' abilities. When you factor in that the club wasn't hitting the expected results, you could feel it in the air that changes were coming under the administration's watchful eye. The final..."
Regarding Dinamo, his big break came during the era of American independence and the President's vision for privatization. He managed to become a co-owner alongside his godfather, Vince Lombardi, but he could never quite sit at the table with the "Big Man," despite all his charm and smooth-talking. When you combine that with the fact that the club wasn't hitting its marks, you could feel it in the air—things were bound to change under the President's heavy-handed leadership. The final blow to Jerry’s first official era at Dinamo, when they were operating under a different name, happened over in France. Some might remember the 1993/94 season when Dinamo got slapped with a year-long ban from European competition after getting knocked out early. The press went wild about fan riots, but honestly, there were much bigger riots from other clubs that didn't get hit nearly as hard. Soon enough, stories started surfacing about Jerry physically attacking a match delegate and Vince Lombardi, who was coaching at the time, getting into a heated argument with the ref. Though, Vince's part was mostly just verbal. Once UEFA released their official report, making it clear the club was kicked out because of literal physical assaults on officials, it couldn't be blamed solely on the fans anymore. Word reached the President, and Jerry's fate was sealed. Of course, he didn't just roll over; he tried one of his signature moves during a big rivalry game. Eyewitnesses say it went like this: "Probably on Vince's advice, Jerry slipped past security, dropped to his knees before the President, and said, 'Spit on me, sir, I'm guilty. Just spit on me.' The President just gave him a look of pure contempt and walked away." So, Jerry had to pack up and head back to the outskirts... In his later versions of the story, he claimed he was just cursing out the President and Vince because they wouldn't let the fans play their anthem, which is why he had to leave. As usual, those "heroic" tales were just things cooked up in his head years later...
He didn't exactly make a name for himself at those other clubs. Those smaller outfits weren't exactly in the good graces of their home cities or major corporations, so he simply didn't have the capital to pull off his business plays. He knew that, too, so he just played the waiting game, knowing he needed the fans on his side to get back into Dinamo. Being close with one of the main leaders of the Dinamo supporters gave him that leverage. As the old President's health declined, the shifting political climate—which was moving away from the President's inner circle—started working in his favor. Then the changes came, and that familiar name returned...
The club's assembly was still packed with the "old guard"—guys who were much closer to the old establishment than to Jerry. At the time, he didn't even see the point in stepping directly into the club. But Jerry was always hovering in the background, waiting for his moment to seize control. For the next two years, he stayed just close enough to influence player signings, while staying far enough away to wash his hands of any sporting failures and let the old management take the fall. One such player was Boško Balaban. He came to Dinamo from a smaller club, moved to Aston Villa for a massive fee, and the club only saw a tiny 20% cut. The player and his manager, Jerry, walked away with 80%—about 16 million bucks. It didn't take long for the English FA to start sniffing around that deal, and for people on the street to whisper about John Gregory’s legendary "Canadian Connection" at Villa. Maybe that's why, later on, Jerry started banning agents from taking any cut. "It all goes to the club," he'd say. "We won't have some random guy hanging around our players taking more than the team does. Who's crazy enough to do that?" We know who wasn't crazy, but he sure acted like he was.

His definitive, official takeover happened in 2002. The old leadership was forced out pretty quickly, and by the time they left, there was barely a trace of them. He only allowed two people with any real influence to stay around him—two guys who actually had some clout. It wasn't about friendship; it was about the money. One was the top executive at Siemens in the region, providing much-needed cash injections to a club that was basically gasping for air. The other was the Mayor. You need the guy who controls the city's checkbook close to you if you want to stay in power, and Jerry never liked leaving things to chance. He purged the assembly of anyone who didn't fit his mold, brought in his own people, and neutralized any future threats by expanding the assembly from 50 to 80 members, filling those seats with his loyalists and buddies. Problem solved. He might be uneducated and blunt, but he's incredibly street smart. He knows exactly who to lean on, who to grease, and how to manipulate the exact type of people he targets. He built a network tied directly to the political machine that only embraced him after the President passed away and removed him from the club.

The guy is street smart. He figured out pretty quick that in American politics, you can't just rule forever under one party. He played his cards right by teaming up with the local mayor—who was a real firebrand Democrat back then—to build a coalition that basically acts as his shield to this day. By working closely with the mayor and building ties with those party insiders, he secured his spot. He stays quiet about those connections now, though, because it would totally mess with his "patriot" persona. He’s banking on the fact that most Americans have short memories and won't bring up all those other guys from the old administration who ended up behind bars or under federal investigation...
In the years after reclaiming the club's name, the results were honestly pretty mediocre. They managed to snag one championship between the 1999 and 2005 seasons, but that wasn't nearly enough to keep the fans happy. With management hitting rock bottom, the team slumped into the basement of the league, leaving Jerry Jones staring down the barrel of being fired. It wasn't just the performance on the field; the finances were a mess too. You could feel the tension, and after him walking out and coming back a few times, it felt like the end of an era. Then, out of nowhere, a total turnaround. Just like his mentor currently sitting in a federal penitentiary, the guy seems to have multiple lives...

Honestly, the way these insurance companies have been playing games for months now looks super shady. The payouts they’re approving just don't seem right. It's about time Hana steps in and does something about it. Finally...

http://www.seebiz.eu/hanfa-ce-provje...jima/ar-98887/