We heard the news yesterday. The Cleveland Browns were all over bringing in former Kansas City Chiefs general manager — and former Green Bay Packers director of football operations — John Dorsey as their new general manager.
This came after they fired vice president of such and such, Sashi Brown.
The Browns are winless this season. Perhaps their last best hope of getting a win this season — a single one — is when they face Brett Hundley and the Packers on Sunday.
That would be a colossal embarrassment for the Packers.
Nonetheless, that’s beside the point. We knew Dorsey was going to be back in the NFL as a GM at some point. The Chiefs canned him shortly before the season because he supposedly lost some power struggle with fat man Andy Reid, The Walrus II — the lesser Walrus, a guy who, when he can locate his penis over his gunt, masturbates and dreams that he were Mike Holmgren.
There was some speculation that Dorsey would be the heir to Ted Thompson — can that era end anytime soon? Please? Kill me if it doesn’t? — in Green Bay.
Clearly, that will not be the case. Dorsey, like many of those who have come before him, has torpedoed his career. He has signed on with the Cleveland Browns. The JV squad of the NFL.
While Dorsey will have plenty of draft picks and cap room to work with to build the Browns, he’s also working for the frickin’ Browns. Hell, if he can turn that piece of crap franchise around, he’s a legend.
If he can’t, which we fully expect — they’re the goddam Browns — he’ll just be the latest guy who is untouchable because he has the stench of the Browns on him. Hell, THE Walrus made the mistake of working for the Browns and that ran him right the hell out of the league.
And Dorsey is being saddled with Hue Jackson as coach for at least another year by owner Jimmy Haslam, who probably still sucks cock in truck stop bathrooms.
Seems like a winning combination!
But hell, you take that money John Dorsey!