Micah Parsons’ Brother Rips Into Jerry Jones Over Draft Pick as Cowboys HC Makes Bold Claim on Rookie

“F—- this team.” When Micah Parsons’ brother, Terrence, blasted that tweet into the digital ether during the 2025 NFL Draft, Cowboys Nation collectively spilled their Dr Peppers. The Dallas faithful, still licking wounds from a 7-10 disappointment of a season, watched as their front office did the unthinkable: draft an Alabama offensive lineman again. But Terrence? He wasn’t having it. “We do the same s— over and over and expect a different result,” he fumed, channeling Einstein’s definition of insanity like a guy who’s seen one too many Ezekiel Elliott goal-line stands.

Enter Tyler Booker, the 6’5”, 321-pound Bama bulldozer drafted 12th overall to replace retired legend Zack Martin. Cue Micah himself, live on draft coverage, stammering like a kid who just chugged a Bang Energy drink: “Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. I am excited about the pick. This guy’s a beast. Guard on guard with Tyler Smith? Wow.” The duality of Cowboys fandom? Poetry in panic..

Let’s rewind. The Cowboys’ 2024 season was a Tiger King-level mess—Dak Prescott sacked 39 times, a defense softer than hotel margarine, and a record six straight home games trailing by 20+. Jerry Jones’ solution? Draft Tyler Booker, a human wall with 93 knockdown blocks and zero sacks allowed in ‘24. Terrence, Micah’s hype-man-turned-critic, threw shade faster than a Dallas summer: “We better have a helluva day 2 GGs.” Translation: Jerry, you’re out here playing Madden with God Mode on.

But Booker’s no consolation prize. Dude’s résumé reads like a Paul Bunyan fanfic: First-Team All-SEC, SEC Offensive Lineman of the Week x3, and a combine performance that had scouts whispering, “That’s how you replace a legend.” His 7.1 knockdowns per game? More consistent than Texas weather. Still, Terrence ain’t buying it: “Won’t be me no mo,” he tweeted, peace-ing out like Thanos post-snap.

McCarthy’s “beast mode” prophecy to calm down Parsons

Meanwhile, former Cowboys HC Mike McCarthy’s out here dropping Braveheart speeches. “Tyler’s not just a player—he’s a culture shift,” he declared, invoking the spirit of Emmitt Smith’s ‘90s dominance. Booker, rocking a Respect chain honoring his Connecticut roots, ain’t shy either: “I’m here to maul people. Let’s eat.”

Micah, swapping rage for rave reviews, gushed: “I had that same excitement when I was a Cowboy.” Cue the Awwwww from Arlington to Addison. Even Jerry, usually cheesin’ like a Bond villain, probably admitted, ‘This kid’s got more grit than a Southfork Ranch rodeo.’

Micah Parsons continued, “This guy is a beast. He is a beast. And I look at him and Tyler Smith guard on guard with Zack Martin leaving…This is one of them picks”. And eat he will. Dallas’ O-line, once leakier than a Cowboys Stadium roof, now boasts Booker and Tyler Smith—a duo scarier than a Texas hailstorm. They previously got Tyler Guyton back in ’24, at Pick 29, and Mazi Smith in 23′ at 26 and here we got Booker at R1.

Off the field, Booker’s no slouch. His NIL game? Stronger than a Shiner Bock. Freddy’s Frozen Custard deals, Yeah, Alabama collabs—dude’s stacking paper like he’s in Ozark. “I’m blessed, but I’m hungry,” he said, likely while devouring a steakburger. But let’s not forget Terrence’s main character energy. Between roasting Jerry and hyping Micah’s contract talks (“Pay that man!”), he’s the Cowboys’ accidental hype-man—a mix of Euphoria chaos and Ted Lasso charm. When asked about his bro’s future, Terrence smirked: “Micah’s staying. Bank on it.”

So here we are. Dallas, a town where football’s religion and heartbreak’s a sacrament, just bet the farm on a Bama brute with a mean streak. Booker’s $22.5M contract isn’t just cash—it’s a down payment on hope. Terrence might be “over it,” but the rest of Texas? They’re leaning in. “Inch by inch, play by play,” as Any Given Sunday preached. And if Booker’s half as good as his tape? Jerry might finally get that sixth ring. Yeehaw.