Dak Prescott continued his mastery of the Dallas Cowboys at the bargaining table this weekend by signing another (relatively) short-term extension with a very high percentage of guarantees, which—at age 31—will likely allow him to come up for at least one more big deal before his playing days are over. He has proven, time and time again, that the key to dealing with the Jones family is to simply compartmentalize: Never react to their carnival-style side games, which involve loaded comments and the coy dangling of a developmental quarterback as a possible successor, and understand that the longer they stall, the more likely they are to blink.
I hope this has down-the-line ramifications for Micah Parsons, who now stands in the batter’s box as the next player preparing to take his whack at the financial pinata. I hope he dons a pair of noise canceling headphones for the next 365 days and emerges, without question, as the highest-paid nonquarterback in NFL history at this time next year. But as it pertains to Prescott specifically, the global ramifications of this signing outside of Dallas are fairly significant, too.
