I was born in 1997, raised right here in the DFW metroplex, and I’ve been bleeding silver and blue since the moment I could walk. I’ve lived through Quincy Carter, I’ve lived through Tony Romo’s heartbreaks, and I’ve lived through Jason Garrett clapping us into 8–8 purgatory. But this? Micah Parsons—our best player, the face of the defense—just got traded to the Green Bay Packers.
And I have to ask the question every Cowboys fan is thinking right now: Why does God hate Texas?
This Isn’t About Losing Micah
Let’s be clear—I don’t hate the idea of moving Micah. Sometimes, business is business. Sometimes, you have to flip the car before the warranty runs out. I can live with that.
What I can’t live with is where we sent him… and what we got in return.
Micah to Green Bay = Luka to the Lakers
Trading Micah Parsons to the Packers is the football equivalent of trading Luka Doncic to the Lakers. You don’t send your generational star to the team that already owns you, that already haunts you, that already takes up free rent in your nightmares.
Send him to Cleveland. Send him to Jacksonville. Heck, send him to the CFL. But Green Bay? That’s malpractice.
The Packers Don’t Need Help
The Packers have been the Cowboys’ kryptonite since I was in diapers. Rodgers-to-Cook. Dez’s non-catch. The cold January nights where Lambeau turns into our personal graveyard.
And now, after years of playoff heartbreak at their hands, we’ve decided to reward them with Micah Parsons. As if they needed another weapon to bury us.
Two Firsts? That’s the Haul?
So what did Dallas get? Two first-round picks. Cute. But you know where those picks are going to land? The 20s. Because with Micah on that defense, Green Bay isn’t rebuilding—they’re booking hotel rooms in February.
Congratulations, Jerry. You win. Yet another time you got all eyes on the Dallas Cowboys for anything other than winning.
Why Not Anywhere Else?
If you want to move on from Micah, fine. Do it. But why not Cleveland? Why not Jacksonville? At least then, the only time we’d see him is every four years for an 11am kick. Instead, Jerry chose the maximum-pain option, sending Micah straight to the team that has made a career out of stomping on Texas football dreams.
The Bigger Picture
This isn’t just a trade. This is the Cowboys telling us they’re comfortable being the equivalent of what the WWE is. Comfortable being the most valued franchise instead of the most succesful. Comfortable letting the rest of the NFL chase trophies while we chase jersey sales.
And as a fan who’s lived this cycle for nearly three decades, I’m left asking the same question again and again:
Why does God hate Texas?
