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Bear with me on this.

Help me out on this.

Save me on this.

I am being driven mad by Micah madness, by Micah mania, by Micaham all around me, eating me alive, pushing me to the edge of the cliff,

over which I feel like I'm about to fall because I don't get it.

You, you lifelong die. don't get it. You

you lifelong

diehard cowboy fans out there,

please help me with this.

What am I

missing

other than everything

I missed from Micah Parsons

over the last three years.

Yeah, I once called him 11 from heaven in his rookie year when he actually wrecked games before the league figured him out.

And now 11 from heaven has turned into 11 from hell for me because I seriously, sincerely, from the very bottom of my cowboy loving heart, I don't miss him for a second, especially if he's going to eat a fourth of my salary cap, especially if you tell me that for the next four or five years, I have to live with Micah Parsons

as the highest paid defensive player ever and as the highest paid non-quarterback in all the land.

I can't live with that. I can't, I can't swallow that. I can't abide that

without going mad, as in Micah madness, as in crazy, as in what are we doing?

We overpaid Dak, like we overpaid Zeke.

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