2025 Random Cowboys Stuff Thread

Cujo

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Genghis Khan said:
If we continually bypass agents and negotiate directly with players, then why are we constantly getting bent over on contracts?

Are they so stupid that even inexperienced (in contracts) players outsmart them?
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Moreover, if they're interested in saving money why not get the goddamn deal done sooner?
 
Bipo

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Here’s an original scene concept for “Land Man” Season 2 featuring a fictionalized version of Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones, written in the style of that show’s dry humor, Texas bravado, and oilfield swagger.
Imagine it happening around a crowded West Texas BBQ pit behind the rig, with Jerry there half as a guest, half as a spectacle.



EXT. WEST TEXAS BBQ PIT — NIGHT


A rough circle of folding chairs around a smoking pit. Barrels for tables, ice chests full of Shiner Bock and Dr Pepper.
Oil hands, consultants, and a few cowboy-hatted execs hover around the brisket.
TOMMY NORRIS (land man, mid-40s) leans in, beer in hand.
JERRY JONES (80s, crisp jeans, white shirt half untucked, belt buckle big as a hubcap) holds court, waving a rib bone for emphasis.



JERRY JONES
You know, when it comes to contract talks with a fella like Micah... well, it’s like drilling in that far west Permian rock.
You know it’s gonna cost ya, hell you know it should cost ya — ‘cause what’s down there is worth it.


TOMMY NORRIS
So you just open the checkbook?


JERRY JONES
(Laughs, shaking his head)
Hell no! You act like you’ll drill somewhere else. Tell the formation you’re lookin’ at acreage three counties over.
Then you wait... wait for the play to come to you.


But deep down? Deep down you know you’re gonna frac right here.
Because this Micah boy? He ain’t some dry hole.
He’s that sweet spot. Wolfcamp A, baby.


TOMMY NORRIS
So do you pay him what he wants?


JERRY JONES
Course not.
You pay him almost what he wants.
But you wrap it in sugar. Big signing bonus, couple radio spots, and a clause to keep him happy on Thanksgiving.
Micah loves them big games.
Make him feel like the hero — ‘cause truth is, he is.


(Jerry looks around, lowers his voice conspiratorially.)


JERRY JONES (CONT'D)
But never forget — a deal only works if both sides walk away thinkin’ they won.
And nobody loves thinkin’ they won more than I do.


(Jerry smiles that Cheshire grin, takes a long pull from his beer.)



TOMMY NORRIS
(Laughs)
Sounds like land work.


JERRY JONES
Land, oil, football, hell — it’s all the same damn game:
Find somethin’ valuable.
Convince everybody else you might just walk away.
Then sign your name so big, it damn near breaks the pen.



The pit fire pops, the men laugh, and Jerry turns back to the brisket, already halfway into the next story about "the time Jimmy Johnson tried to lowball Charles Haley."
 
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Bipo said:
Here’s an original scene concept for “Land Man” Season 2 featuring a fictionalized version of Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones, written in the style of that show’s dry humor, Texas bravado, and oilfield swagger.
Imagine it happening around a crowded West Texas BBQ pit behind the rig, with Jerry there half as a guest, half as a spectacle.



EXT. WEST TEXAS BBQ PIT — NIGHT


A rough circle of folding chairs around a smoking pit. Barrels for tables, ice chests full of Shiner Bock and Dr Pepper.
Oil hands, consultants, and a few cowboy-hatted execs hover around the brisket.
TOMMY NORRIS (land man, mid-40s) leans in, beer in hand.
JERRY JONES (80s, crisp jeans, white shirt half untucked, belt buckle big as a hubcap) holds court, waving a rib bone for emphasis.



JERRY JONES
You know, when it comes to contract talks with a fella like Micah... well, it’s like drilling in that far west Permian rock.
You know it’s gonna cost ya, hell you know it should cost ya — ‘cause what’s down there is worth it.


TOMMY NORRIS
So you just open the checkbook?


JERRY JONES
(Laughs, shaking his head)
Hell no! You act like you’ll drill somewhere else. Tell the formation you’re lookin’ at acreage three counties over.
Then you wait... wait for the play to come to you.


But deep down? Deep down you know you’re gonna frac right here.
Because this Micah boy? He ain’t some dry hole.
He’s that sweet spot. Wolfcamp A, baby.


TOMMY NORRIS
So do you pay him what he wants?


JERRY JONES
Course not.
You pay him almost what he wants.
But you wrap it in sugar. Big signing bonus, couple radio spots, and a clause to keep him happy on Thanksgiving.
Micah loves them big games.
Make him feel like the hero — ‘cause truth is, he is.


(Jerry looks around, lowers his voice conspiratorially.)


JERRY JONES (CONT'D)
But never forget — a deal only works if both sides walk away thinkin’ they won.
And nobody loves thinkin’ they won more than I do.


(Jerry smiles that Cheshire grin, takes a long pull from his beer.)



TOMMY NORRIS
(Laughs)
Sounds like land work.


JERRY JONES
Land, oil, football, hell — it’s all the same damn game:
Find somethin’ valuable.
Convince everybody else you might just walk away.
Then sign your name so big, it damn near breaks the pen.



The pit fire pops, the men laugh, and Jerry turns back to the brisket, already halfway into the next story about "the time Jimmy Johnson tried to lowball Charles Haley."
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If I could dur Grok, I would.
 
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Will be interesting to see if Parsons starts practicing a week before the Philly game without a new contract.
 
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Bipo said:
Here’s an original scene concept for “Land Man” Season 2 featuring a fictionalized version of Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones, written in the style of that show’s dry humor, Texas bravado, and oilfield swagger.
Imagine it happening around a crowded West Texas BBQ pit behind the rig, with Jerry there half as a guest, half as a spectacle.



EXT. WEST TEXAS BBQ PIT — NIGHT


A rough circle of folding chairs around a smoking pit. Barrels for tables, ice chests full of Shiner Bock and Dr Pepper.
Oil hands, consultants, and a few cowboy-hatted execs hover around the brisket.
TOMMY NORRIS (land man, mid-40s) leans in, beer in hand.
JERRY JONES (80s, crisp jeans, white shirt half untucked, belt buckle big as a hubcap) holds court, waving a rib bone for emphasis.



JERRY JONES
You know, when it comes to contract talks with a fella like Micah... well, it’s like drilling in that far west Permian rock.
You know it’s gonna cost ya, hell you know it should cost ya — ‘cause what’s down there is worth it.


TOMMY NORRIS
So you just open the checkbook?


JERRY JONES
(Laughs, shaking his head)
Hell no! You act like you’ll drill somewhere else. Tell the formation you’re lookin’ at acreage three counties over.
Then you wait... wait for the play to come to you.


But deep down? Deep down you know you’re gonna frac right here.
Because this Micah boy? He ain’t some dry hole.
He’s that sweet spot. Wolfcamp A, baby.


TOMMY NORRIS
So do you pay him what he wants?


JERRY JONES
Course not.
You pay him almost what he wants.
But you wrap it in sugar. Big signing bonus, couple radio spots, and a clause to keep him happy on Thanksgiving.
Micah loves them big games.
Make him feel like the hero — ‘cause truth is, he is.


(Jerry looks around, lowers his voice conspiratorially.)


JERRY JONES (CONT'D)
But never forget — a deal only works if both sides walk away thinkin’ they won.
And nobody loves thinkin’ they won more than I do.


(Jerry smiles that Cheshire grin, takes a long pull from his beer.)



TOMMY NORRIS
(Laughs)
Sounds like land work.


JERRY JONES
Land, oil, football, hell — it’s all the same damn game:
Find somethin’ valuable.
Convince everybody else you might just walk away.
Then sign your name so big, it damn near breaks the pen.



The pit fire pops, the men laugh, and Jerry turns back to the brisket, already halfway into the next story about "the time Jimmy Johnson tried to lowball Charles Haley."
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Fuck you. Two can play this game, asshole.

INT. FORT WORTH HOSPITAL - PRIVATE ROOM - NIGHT

Dimly lit, heart monitor beeping. JERRY JONES (82, frail, in a hospital gown) lies in bed, tubes in his arm. TOMMY NORRIS (50s, rugged landman) stands by the window. MONTY MILLER (60s, weathered oil tycoon, in a tailored suit) enters with STEPHEN JONES (60s, polished, Cowboys EVP, eyes heavy with worry).

MONTY MILLER
Tommy, how’s Jerry farin’?

TOMMY NORRIS
Monty, Stephen. Didn’t expect you. He’s fightin’, but it’s tough.

Monty sits by Jerry, his gaze warm but firm. Stephen hovers, somber, hands clasped tight.

MONTY MILLER
Jerry, you old wildcatter, tougher than a Permian gusher. But family’s what counts. I chased oil for decades, built a fortune, but missed my daughters growin’ up. I’m fixin’ that now. You gotta do the same.

Stephen steps closer, voice low, cracking slightly.

STEPHEN JONES
Deddy, Monty’s right. You taught us—me, Charlotte, Jerry Jr.—family’s the foundation. The Cowboys, the deals, they don’t mean nothin’ if we lose you.

Jerry stirs, eyes wet, voice weak.

JERRY JONES
Monty… preachin’ at my bedside? Stephen, you too?

Tommy shifts, his own family weighing on him.

TOMMY NORRIS
Oil don’t wait, Monty. Nor the cartels.

MONTY MILLER
Oil’s forever, Tommy. Your boy, Cooper? Your girl, Ainsley? They’re what’s real. Fight for ‘em.

Monty leans toward Jerry, urgent.

MONTY MILLER (CONT’D)
Jerry, your kids are right here. Lean on ‘em. You got time left.

Stephen’s eyes glisten, his voice barely a whisper.

STEPHEN JONES
Deddy, we need you. More than any Super Bowl.

Monty heads for the door, Stephen trailing, head bowed.

MONTY MILLER
Pull through, Jerry. I’ll save you a seat at my rig.

They exit. Tommy dials “ANGELA” on his phone.

TOMMY NORRIS
(into phone)
Angela, it’s me. I love you.

The heart monitor slows. Jerry’s eyes close, a tear falls. Fade to black.

END SCENE
 
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boozeman said:
Fuck you. Two can play this game, asshole.

INT. FORT WORTH HOSPITAL - PRIVATE ROOM - NIGHT

Dimly lit, heart monitor beeping. JERRY JONES (82, frail, in a hospital gown) lies in bed, tubes in his arm. TOMMY NORRIS (50s, rugged landman) stands by the window. MONTY MILLER (60s, weathered oil tycoon, in a tailored suit) enters with STEPHEN JONES (60s, polished, Cowboys EVP, eyes heavy with worry).

MONTY MILLER
Tommy, how’s Jerry farin’?

TOMMY NORRIS
Monty, Stephen. Didn’t expect you. He’s fightin’, but it’s tough.

Monty sits by Jerry, his gaze warm but firm. Stephen hovers, somber, hands clasped tight.

MONTY MILLER
Jerry, you old wildcatter, tougher than a Permian gusher. But family’s what counts. I chased oil for decades, built a fortune, but missed my daughters growin’ up. I’m fixin’ that now. You gotta do the same.

Stephen steps closer, voice low, cracking slightly.

STEPHEN JONES
Deddy, Monty’s right. You taught us—me, Charlotte, Jerry Jr.—family’s the foundation. The Cowboys, the deals, they don’t mean nothin’ if we lose you.

Jerry stirs, eyes wet, voice weak.

JERRY JONES
Monty… preachin’ at my bedside? Stephen, you too?

Tommy shifts, his own family weighing on him.

TOMMY NORRIS
Oil don’t wait, Monty. Nor the cartels.

MONTY MILLER
Oil’s forever, Tommy. Your boy, Cooper? Your girl, Ainsley? They’re what’s real. Fight for ‘em.

Monty leans toward Jerry, urgent.

MONTY MILLER (CONT’D)
Jerry, your kids are right here. Lean on ‘em. You got time left.

Stephen’s eyes glisten, his voice barely a whisper.

STEPHEN JONES
Deddy, we need you. More than any Super Bowl.

Monty heads for the door, Stephen trailing, head bowed.

MONTY MILLER
Pull through, Jerry. I’ll save you a seat at my rig.

They exit. Tommy dials “ANGELA” on his phone.

TOMMY NORRIS
(into phone)
Angela, it’s me. I love you.

The heart monitor slows. Jerry’s eyes close, a tear falls. Fade to black.

END SCENE
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That's some Oscar winning shit right there.
 
mcnuttz

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Simpleton said:
That's probably about the time he's going to end up with a new contract.
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And he & Jerry will be hugging and dapping or whatever kids do these days & times.

The little WWF storyline with a trade demand sprinkled in was fun.

They knew he wasn't gonna be out there for TC.
 
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