MENTOR, Ohio — The 22-year-old should at least raise an eyebrow. Raise his upper lip. Twitch. Blink. Give us an emotion, man, any emotion for crying out loud.
But as he sits at a Yours Truly restaurant on Center Street, with locals all around him ordering eggs, pancakes, sausage and coffee, Mitchell Trubisky doesn't show any sign of flinching. He just stares blankly ahead as the potential destinations are detailed aloud in dramatic succession.
Cleveland. Trubisky grew up 23.6 miles from the Factory of Sadness. A lifelong Browns fan, he's fully aware of that iconic jersey—the one with names on top of names on top of more names of starting quarterbacks who've failed since Cleveland returned to the NFL in 1999.