They locked up CeeDee Lamb.
They got the Dak deal done.
And now they’re losing games to Ralph fuckin' Wiggum.
It’s one thing to have a completely lost season in which everything goes to shit.
But to then have Ralph Wiggum griddying over your cold, dead body in the end zone?
There’s just no way the Cowboys can recover from that.
This is a loss that sticks with you forever.
A loss that leaves a taste in your mouth for the rest of time.
Micah Parsons looks like he’s about as done with the Cowboys as anybody could possibly be.
He can’t believe what he’s seeing out there from a professional football team.
Every week they find a new and innovative way to lose football games.
It makes you hate putting on that jersey every day.
It makes you hate driving to that stadium every morning.
It makes you hate your coaches, your teammates, the security guards at the front gates.
Micah Parsons probably hates stars in general right now.
And I, for one, hate to see that.
Sports are supposed to be fun, after all.
Wins or losses don’t matter, buddy.
It’s all about enjoying yourself out there.
Maybe Jerry Jones needs to throw the team a pizza party or something like that.
But the pizza budget is probably all locked up on Dak’s new contract.
All you might hope is that this year is just a bizarre fluke of a season.
Run it back next year and just see if it’s possible for you to put everything behind you.
Bring back Mike McCarthy just to double-check this is simply nothing more than a fluke.
You don’t want to alter too many variables, after all.
Though I’ll admit he does need to get a better grip over his team.
