I know what you’re thinking – another day, another bleeping report of Johnny Manziel partying. Not so fast. Not this time.
In fact, it turns out Johnny Manziel wasn’t partying in Vegas over the weekend at all. Billy Manziel was. Reportedly. Allegedly. Probably.
According to ESPN Las Vegas, the Browns quarterback was walking around Vegas in a blonde wig, a fake stache, glasses, and a hoodie…. And introducing himself as “Billy.” For real.
Freaking Billy Football. He reportedly partied until 3am. Gambled in a VIP area…ate his dinner and partied in some club into the middle of the night… With his wig and glasses on. Because that’s always the best way to draw less attention to yourself: Throwing on some fake blonde lettuce and some glasses you got at the gag shop.
Bobby Valentine kicking it in the dugout looking like a scoobydoo villain is laughing at Billy Football clubbing in a Guy Fieri get up.
If Johnny errrrrrrr Billy… Really wanted no one to recognize him, he should have set up shop with a notepad in the Browns film room and broke some tape.
Say what you want about how he prepares for games. NOBODY has ever been more prepared for Vegas. First he had the puppy-pic locked and loaded with the Ohio geo-tag for Instagram. Then he had his Billy Freaking Football costume as a backup. “No, no coach. I wasn’t in Vegas. I had a quiet weekend at home with my dog. I think you’re confusing me with Billy. He gets after it.”
Yeah, Billy gets after it. And Johnny doesn’t get it.
If this was just some celebrity goofing off, or a famous player in the offseason, it would be funny blog fodder. This is a professional quarterback, bouncing from the team, before the season ended, missing their doctor’s appointment and skipping their last game. He’s a clown.
He couldn’t be dissing the Browns any harder if he’d just gotten hammered in the Cleveland Stadium parking and dressed up with the Dawg Pound that day. Or both. Or better yet, thrown on the wig and sat in Jerry Jones’ box.
Oh…and speaking of hammered: there’s another report that he showed up to the facility disheveled and inebriated earlier in the week and was told to go home.
Again, if true, that’s next level stuff.
If even half of this true, he’s twice the joke I ever thought he’d be.
Dude apparently, really, really enjoys being famous. Fame is his drug of choice. He can’t quit it. Oh and apparently he can’t quit the sauce either. And because of all that, we can’t quit talking about him; which is probably his end play anyway.
