Dear Johnny Football:
I hope I never see you in a Cleveland Browns uniform again.
Why? Because you’re a selfish punk.
It has taken me a long time to come to that realization. Too long.
I’ve been trying to sell myself on the idea that a pesky inner demon is constantly whispering in your ear, luring you to the dark side, encouraging you do whatever gives you immediate gratification without regard to the consequences.
I’ve reminded myself that you are likely suffering from a powerful addiction that was only partially addressed during your 10-week stay in a rehab facility last summer and that full recovery often involves multiple failures.