It's one thing to dodge the potholes in the road as they come along, It's a whole other thing to put them in the road yourself. Yet that's exactly what the Dallas Cowboys are doing by selling whatever might be left of their souls by trading for disgraced former Tennessee Titan's cornerback, Adam "Pacman" Jones.

Assuming as we must that Cowboys owner Jerry Jones approved this pending transaction, what this proves is that Jones secretly harbors an inner desire to be the NFL's new Al Davis. Jones, always a bit of a maverick anyway, is further confirming that status by deliberating infecting his team with a cancer that the Titans are only to happy to cure themselves of.

Sure, we'll hear the usual manure from the usual suspects, in this case Jones as owner and as Cowboys general manager, that he's both spoken to Pacman and is convinced he's sincere about turning his life around. It's essentially the same line George W. Bush used when he said he looked into the soul of former Russian president Vladimir Putin and that's not working out too well either.

You don't have to venture too far into the realm of the internets to appreciate the liability that the Cowboys are attempting to take on by essentially taking over the cleanup of this toxic dump. In terms of rap sheets, Pacman's alone rivals that of the current roster of the Cincinnati Bengals. And that was before the revelation earlier this week that Pacman was paying hush money in connection with his little, ahem, incident in Las Vegas.

Anyone who listened to even a part of Pacman's radio interview a few weeks back with Michael Irvin, himself no stranger to trouble, couldn't possibly have come away thinking that "yea, this is the guy we need to have on our team." Anyone, except maybe Jerry Jones. Someone get him a transcript. Better yet, to appreciate Pacman is to hear him speak, so get Jones the tape. Pacman didn't so much as own his former troubles as diminish them by laying blame in a somewhat whimsical fashion to his completely understandable obsession with strip joints. Except he likely couldn't spell obsession and couldn't define whimsical.

There are any number of variables that go into putting together a successful season. Talent is a given, but it isn't the end of the rainbow. In a sport that depends on the ability to put a large number of players on the same page, the last thing a team needs is a bunch of rugged individualists, even ones with immense raw talent. One of the great secrets to the success of the New England Patriots hasn't been overwhelming talent, but overwhelming teamwork. Whether it's because the players unite behind the common theme of hating head coach Bill Belichick or some other reason, the Patriots are a team first.

The Cowboys, on the other hand, seem hell-bent on disproving the notion. They brought on serial gun nut Tank Johnson while he was still suspended. They also already employ one of the biggest distractions in recent memory, Terrell Owens. All Owens has done over the years and everywhere he's been is burn every bridge he's ever crossed, taking a fair share of collateral damage in the process. The fact that Owens hasn't fully torched all of Irving, Texas thus far is more luck than maturity.