General manager John Dorsey hired Baker Mayfield to be Baker Mayfield.
The 1-31 Cleveland Browns that Dorsey took over specialized in turning victories into defeats and played with their puppy-dawg tails stuck between their legs.
Enter Mr. Mayfield.
Dorsey knew exactly whom he was drafting with the first overall pick. In college, Mayfield was a flag-planting, crotch-grabbing, trash-talking, cop-evading, undersized cocky Heisman winner with a deadly accurate rocket arm who has never in his life been afraid to tell the world what he intends to do.
And that’s win, win, win, which he normally does, does, does.