Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, you’ve done it again. It’s getting really hard to believe that Dallas Cowboys owner Jerry Jones doesn’t have an actual golden money vault a la Scrooge McDuck (awooo-ooh) that he takes nightly dives into just for fun. And if he does, it just got measurably more shallow.

Because Dak Prescott is now the richest quarterback in the NFL. Just this past weekend, the former Offensive Rookie of the Year finally got his well-deserved bag from the Dallas Cowboys: $160 million over four years, $120 million guaranteed, and $75 million this year. In one move, Jerry Jones just flexed all over the NFL and NBA, while simultaneously praying to the football gods that Dak’s ankle holds up.

Now, before you click away from this article, let’s be honest real quick: in what world does anyone, except for Jerry Jones, value Dak Prescott as essentially the number one talent under center for at least the next three years? He is, of course, everything anyone wants in a franchise QB, and the Cowboys’ offense simply evaporates into the ether without him, but still. What does that say about the other quarterbacks on and off the market?

Like, say, for example…Russell Wilson.

Now, of course, this new shiny contract does not actually directly affect Wilson’s money, as he’s still under contract for the next two years. What it does do, however, is put a lot of pressure on Pete Carroll, John Schneider, and maybe even Jody Allen for the foreseeable future.

Just imagine, for a moment, that you are the Seattle Seahawks. You’ve built your reputation on the Legion of Boom, and then, slowly but surely, your franchise quarterback starts to take over the reputation. Seattle is no longer under the sole supervision of your coach, brilliant and player-friendly as he is (perhaps ironically, given recent events).

All of a sudden, two years into the most expensive contract you have ever given to a player, you are being forced to choose between the coach and the athlete, a choice that you’d hoped to stave off, that you’d planned to stave off, by rationalizing that, at the end of his new contract, your once-franchise QB is now just ‘too old’.  Now, add to that the fact that for the first half of the season, your franchise quarterback started to put together a legitimate MVP case before the wheels fell off and revealed that his performance was essentially gum in a hole in your team’s ship.

And, what’s this? Your quarterback, your buttoned-up, always professional quarterback, the face of your franchise, started to notice that he has a voice all of a sudden? Well, okay, you think, he has a lot of value, maybe you can try to trade him to maximize his value now.

And then one of your primary rumored bedfellows goes and signs their less talented, less winning, more injured quarterback to an even bigger deal. And why? Because they need him. They probably value him even more than the shiny new coach they hired to work with him.

Uh oh.

Now, if you’re Seattle and all of this happens, what do you do? Try and trade him to Chicago, which has a lot more leverage now that the Cowboys are out of the running? Or maybe Houston and ensure that you are hated by both one of the biggest winners in the league and your entire fan base for what is, at best, a lateral move in Deshaun Watson?

No. The only option left to Seattle now is to salvage what is left of their goodwill with Russell Wilson, a Super Bowl winner, a perennial MVP candidate, the sole reason behind the success and growth of DK Metcalf and Tyler Lockett, and your biggest and best tickets to the playoffs. You need him.

And time’s a-tickin’.