Draft Day, Johnny Manziel, Five Years Later…


Let me set the scene. It was 11:30 p.m. on Tuesday, May 6th in the quiet suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio. Five twenty-something year-old Browns fans packed into a car like overgrown sardines headed for the Big Apple. Each of us had our own perspective on who the Browns should curse select with their two first round picks.”Carr is obviously the best quarterback in the draft,” muttered Spitt. “Yeah, right. We take Carr and I’ll drive mine into the Atlantic,” I countered. What we all could agree on, though, was that we wanted to bring the legend of Johnny Football back to Cleveland to share with the city starving for a championship.


Earlier that day, Jay Glazer, NFL Insider, tweeted the Browns would not consider drafting Johnny Manziel with the 4th overall pick. Glazer’s report combined with other news of the Buccaneers serious interest in Manziel led us to believe that Johnny Football in Cleveland was just another dream that would soon be crushed. Remember, it was just two years ago that the Browns tried and failed to trade up for Robert Griffin III, and instead got stuck with Trent Richardson. Luckily, the Three Stooges, more like the three wizards, were able to see the writing on the wall with Richardson, and somehow dealt him to the Colts for a 2014 1st round pick. Looking back, the Browns have to be cursed. I mean, they caught a huge break by being denied the ‘honor’ of trading up for the almighty RG3 only to be stuck with arguably the worst running back I’ve ever seen. Anyway, the Browns still ended up with two first round picks, which would be important later on.

Seven long hours later, we had arrived in the Big Apple prepared for the journey ahead. At noon, we headed over to Radio City, where the line for tickets had already begun. We would have been one of the first couple schmucks in line, but Spitt insisted on getting a slice of pie from every Ray’s Pizza he laid his eyes on. (By the way, there’s about fifty Ray’s in New York City, so you can see why we were late.) Every type of person you could ever imagine (babies, hobos, Papa John) was lined up on the corner of the Avenue of the Americas and 50th Street waiting for the official Roger Goodell approved 2014 NFL Draft passes. After sitting all day on a nasty New York City sidewalk, we finally received our official passes and wristbands around eight o’clock. By then, I had the black lung from ripping about forty-five heaters in three hours, which could possibly be a world record. So, obviously, I couldn’t wait to get back our single bed hotel room and sleep on the office chair. Our friend, Jupe, got assigned the floor, so I guess the chair wasn’t so bad. But had a cleaning lady accidentally walked in, she would have been extremely disturbed to say the least.

ImageLater on, we decided to go see what the New York City nightlife was all about. Not that we could afford it. We ended up coming across an Instagram photo from a privileged member of Johnny F’ing Football’s entourage that showed a view of Times Square from their hotel. Upon further investigation, we determined the hotel lucky enough to be graced with Johnny’s presence was the W. So, we shifted past security, scooted up the secret elevator, and strutted into the lobby bar, which was filled with people dressed way better than us obese, white-trash Cleveland folk. 


Upon arrival, we quickly spotted the leader of Manziel’s lucrative autograph operation, Uncle Nate, who was double fisting mixed drinks, most likely triple vodka cranberries. We briefly attempted to blend in, but Spitt’s jorts stood out a bit too much amongst the designer suits. Before we knew it, Uncle Nate had drifted out of the lounge with some smoke show, presumably with one of John’s leftovers. I decided to drown my sorrows of not finding John with Jack and Coke, but the fifteen dollar “drink” just added insult to injury. We were just about to leave when we saw former NHL star and current boozer, Jeremy Roenick. So, we figured we’d stick around and have one more fifteen dollar drink, while we waited to see if any other funny celebrities wondered in. While waiting, I wondered why my drinks we’re being served in shot glasses yet cost fifteen bucks, but I later realized it was most likely because they wanted me out of their establishment as soon as possible. Anyway, Manziel, Turtle, E and Drama were no-shows, so we paid our outrageous tab and left the bar without any cougars accompanying us, surprisingly enough. (In Cleveland, we pull cougars like Jack Hanna.)

DraftLineBlogThe next day was the day we were all waiting for since the picture of Manziel in Scooby-Doo costume was released. We put on our jerseys of former Browns greats, Derek Anderson, Peyton Hillis, and Kellen Winslow Jr., for good luck and waddled over to Radio City. The only word to describe the feeling that engulfed our bodies as we squeezed through the gates was hope. We quickly realized that our dream trip to the draft was turning into the nightmare we all knew it would eventually be. After getting in line hours early, we were placed directly behind the ESPN camera crew, which almost completely blocked our view of the stage. Like I said earlier, we would have been in the front row, but Spitt made us late by insisting on sampling every pizza place in Manhattan before noon. The major problem, though, was the fact the NFL decided not to serve booze at this event. I figured the football and beer went hand in hand, but unfortunately not.

Image The draft began with the obvious selection of Clowney by the Texans with the first overall pick, but the draft really got underway with the Rams selection. Rumors were swirling that Rams coach, Jeff Fisher, was lobbying for Manziel to replace former first overall pick and bust, Sam Bradford, but this turned out to be a classic draft smokescreen. The Rams ended up settling for “The Obamacare Website” from Auburn, Greg Robinson. Now, the Jacksonville Jaguars were on the clock. I had convinced myself that this was the landing spot for Johnny Football, since Cleveland and I were forever cursed and banned from anything exciting. Instead, the Jaguars shocked the crowd, and took the hometown boy, balding Blake Bortles. The dream was still alive.ManzielBoozeBlog Finally, the Browns were on the clock! Not to mention, Johnny F’ing Football was still back stage getting boozed, per usual. Johnny Football chants immediately echoed throughout Radio City. Then, before we could even enjoy the moment, Roger Goodell steamed to the podium, and announced the Browns had traded all the way back to the 9th pick. As picks four through seven went by without John Paul Football’s name being called; we began to once again start believing. Minnesota, who owned the 8th pick, was rumored to be in the running for a quarterback, specifically Manziel. We all figured that our prayers for Johnny would be crushed right before our very eyes, but then, like a call from the heavens, Goodell proclaimed the Browns had swapped picks with the Vikings. THIS WAS IT! Johnny Football chants, that I’d like to think were started by us, slowly gained more and more steam. By the time Goodell strolled to the podium, the place was going about as insane as a place not serving alcohol could be. After an eternity, the commissioner finally announced the Browns had selected J…….USP NFL: 2014 NFL DRAFT S FBN USA NY …..ustin Gilbert. Devastation. Johnny Football chants were immediately replaced by “Cleveland Sucks” chants initiated by the obnoxious Jets fans behind us. Without hesitation, I turned my Browns shirt inside out, and stormed off to the concession stand to drink eat my feelings. In hindsight, it was probably a blessing in disguise the NFL decided not to serve alcohol because there was a decent chance I would have ended up watching the conclusion of the draft live from the NYC drunk tank. After finally composing myself, I reluctantly wandered back to my seat just in time to see Jerry Jones and the Cowboys pass on the hometown hero. Earlier, Adam Schefter had tweeted about rumblings of the Browns trying to trade up with the Titans for the 11th pick. That attempt failed, but the question was would they try again? The answer: YES! “The Philadelphia Eagles have traded the 22nd pick to the Cleveland Browns,” proclaimed Goodell.

Image This time around the Johnny Football chants could be heard throughout every borough. I proudly flipped my extra large custom Browns shirt back to reveal the Manziel #2, which I had covered up in shame earlier. At this point, my gut was completely out in Radio City, but I didn’t care. I squeezed back into the shirt just in time to see the commissioner step to the podium. And the rest is historyImage

Draft Day, Johnny Manziel, Five years later… Superbowl?