I
gotta hand it to you, Johnny. You're sly like a fox, aren't you?
You
played the dumb-ass ADHD concussion-addled party boy to perfection.
And now you don't have to play for the Cleveland Browns no more.
Bonus
points for putting the onus of your departure on your boss, and shedding
it like you once did defenders at Texas A&M.
And
speaking of Texas, where are you headed for next?
Were
I a gambling man, I'd wager you have your sights locked on the Dallas
Cowboys and their thirty-five year-old quarterback, Tony Romo, he of
the brittle and underachieving collarbones.
Yeah,
you and Jerry Jones would make a helluva pair. He never
met a high profile athlete he didn't offer a contract to, and you'd
get to return to your adoring fans in Texas.
That's some kinda win-win, huh?
Granted,
I might have this all wrong. But this feels as accidental as
sunrise.
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