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Well the ole dull Cleveland Browns woke up on Wednesday morning and figured out that they weren’t going to win with or without Trent Richardson so they freed the prisoner from the foolishness. They understood that a franchise running back in the mist of nothing else still wasn’t going to win games. They needed an entirely rebuilt engine playboy so they traded him to the Indianapolis Colts for a first round draft pick in 2014.
Now I know Browns fans were initially going crazy because they were trippin’ all the way out on Twitter. Most folks didn’t understand that a running back wasn’t the answer to their problems when they don’t have a legitimate quarterback in a quarterback driven league. They’ve got holes all over the field and Trent didn’t play that position.
On the other hand, all the Colts needed was a running back bruh, so it all makes sense. The Browns get two first round picks to go with two each in the third and fourth rounds now. If those duns can’t get the pieces that they need to rebuild the joint with that then they need to sell the ride and keep it moving.
I bet when they called Trent into the general manager’s office to tell him that he was being traded to Indy he reacted like a dun getting released on probation after 30 years at Shawshank. He sprinted out of the facility with nothing on but a jock and a t-shirt heading to the airport. They were like, “Hold up dawg! You didn’t pack or clean out your locker?” He was like, “Man y’all can keep all of my stuff!” And that’s the edited version bruh!
Ole boy was on a P. Diddy move because he was like "I’ll buy everything I need once I get to Indianapolis just get me out of this dump!" Kyrie Irving got the news and met him at the airport and they got into a fight because Trent wouldn’t let him go with him. Ole boy was begging him to either let me go with you or stay here with me. “You can’t do this to me dawg! Don’t leave me in this place! Please… I beg of you!”
By the time the plane was taxiing out of the gate his former Browns teammates were standing there with their faces pressed against the glass with signs that read “Tell us how it is on the outside bruh” and “Tell Big Momma that I miss her and still love her!”
Trent was like, “You on ya own playa cuz I’m in the wind and I’m not ever coming back to this joint again.” You know it’s bad when Jim Brown just retires after only playing for 8 years to go make movies. LeBron sprinted out of that joint the first chance he got and he was from the area! So you already know that Kyrie is just waiting for a boy to leave the gate open.
Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1st! I know that he’s got to play through his contract but as soon as he becomes an unrestricted free agent he’s bailing too. That dun is sleeping in his car on the interstate now.
Cleveland is like G.I. bruh, you gotta be from there to move there. Nobody moves to Gary you move back to Gary. That’s Cleveland playboy and a young rich millionaire cat ain’t trying to be in Cleveland. So they just added 10 years to Trent Richardson’s life by trading him.
Now I know that he wants to pull a P. Diddy and buy all of his clothes when he gets to Indy but he better make a detour over to the Chi or the D. (Detroit) before he lands in Indianapolis because this joint is about 5 years behind the times in music and fashion. All he’s gonna find up in this joint is some penny loafers and some Hammer pants.
Tell him not to turn on the radio in this piece either unless he’s got satellite. Otherwise, he’ll get stuck listening to some Drake or J.Cole from last year. It’s slow but it’s better than Cleveland because at least the sun comes out and he can win games around here. Stop me when I start lyin’!
Holla At Ya Boy!
Jay Graves
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