I was out to dinner with some buddies, but couldn’t wait to get home. Because I wanted to watch the Cockamamie Kid, the rookie who is the darling of the City By The Lake. (At least until the Cavs start preseason.)
Of course, Johnny Manziel is a side show like no other this season. But, in this period when those of us who reside in the Province of Pigskin are chomping at the bit for some real gridiron action, such peripheral tomfoolery is compelling.
So, just after I click on the telly, which is before I even sit down after locking the front door of my abode, there’s Johnny Foolish, appropriately #2 on your scorecard, where Otto Graham once toiled. At QB for the once fabled Cleveland Browns.
He just missed a short out to a receiver, on what was a 2d & 7. Running back to the huddle, he held up a finger.
Was he signaling a hurry up play to his teammates, I wondered? Number one?
No, it was the universal single finger salute toward the Washington bench. Or, so it seemed. Mike Tirico and Jon Gruden didn’t say anything.
Did he really flip the Skins the bird in the middle of the game?
So, he did.
Manziel: “I felt like I did a good job of holding my composure throughout the night, and you have a lapse of judgment and slip up.”
Uh, I’d say so. No, actually, it wasn’t a slip up. It was a yet another stupid moment, another exposure of his stunning lack of maturity. The kind that is still embedded in the DNA of this very talented, but even more infantile football player.
I’ve always had a soft spot for the Browns. One, because my Detroit Lions have been even more woeful since the halcyon 50s. Two, because they were the team on TV here every week during my youth.
Where have you gone Marion Motley? Dante Lavelli, come on down.
And such has been the mismanagement of the Browns since their reincarnation, that choosing a clown like Manziel seemed like a prudent decision.
Manziel’s stay in the NFL will not come to a good end.
— Seedy K