Ahhh, I see what you did there random Middle American memorabilia shop! What some may see as nothing more than fair market value for the jersey of a professional athlete turned burnout that somehow transformed into the body double of Kid Rock in one offseason, I see as symbolism. The citizens of the city for which it represents may not know what that word means (it is Cleveland after all), but this clearance price for a now useless product couldn't be a better example of it. There was no shortage of disrespectful discounts they could have chosen for that glorified dishrag, and they went with ONE CENT less than the number on the back?! That's just far too coincidental not to be a veiled attempt at saying that Johnny Manziel's likeness isn't even worth the smallest of figures he uses to identify himself. He's still #2 until he get's an inmate number or a toe tag, but - as long as the cashier on duty is lax on the sales tax - it doesn't even cost that much to become the leader of his fan club. I know we give Browns fans a lot of heat for being dumpy, masochistic fools that repeatedly allow their hopes to get viciously beaten into the ground by their hopeless football team, but there's at least one opportunistic shop owner out there that knows a clever spot for a metaphor when he sees it. Manziel's career might be dead - as even he can attest to - but ingenuity is still very much alive in BelieveLand...
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