I now understand the term “having your phone blow up.”
When the Cleveland Browns signed quarterback Robert Griffin III on Thursday, the calls and texts came pouring in. From the halls of Congress, from former work colleagues I’d lost touch with, texts from distant area codes – each one more “I can’t believe the Browns” incredulous than the last.
All dissed the Browns, except the one from Joel Kravitz, my junior high buddy and best man at my wedding. (Some back-in-the-day Dawg Pound Daily readers may remember Joel from his years behind the counter at Broken Wheel Auto Parts on West 130th.