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What do you do when you're essentially a 23 year-old bench warmer for the Cleveland Browns? You can hope that Pro Bowler Derek Anderson, the 6' 6" gunslinger with the rocket arm gets injured or can't come to terms on a new contract. In the meantime you basically go to Malls and Auto Shows where you can autograph photos of yourself with your lantern jaw to giggling schoolgirls and easily awed kids.
The truth is, it ain't easy being Brady Quinn. At Notre Dame his coach Charlie Weiss built him up to be the next Joe Montana. Weiss and the publicity machine inflated Quinn's numbers to any reporter with a pencil and notepad, to such a degree in fact that it was difficult to correlate that the quarterback monster Weiss was describing was the same one being crushed on the field by USC defenses, under throwing passes and wilting under pressure of big games.
Evidently nobody in the NFL was fooled; Brady Quinn sat in his chair chewing gum until the twenty-second selection. When Quinn went to the NFL combine his numbers looked very mortal; perhaps that was why some scouts started scribing "arm like a wet noodle" in their notebooks. His official height is listed at only 6' 3" a full inch under his Notre Dame height.
But Cleveland is a city that is sometimes in retro orbit around the Sun when it comes to athletes. It doesn't matter that an athlete may not have the most talent. No, if he from Ohio and better yet from northeast Ohio, all is forgiven and the player is embraced. That is how the Browns ended up with Akron U.'s Charlie Frye and Kent State's Joshua Cribbs (who has thus far defied odds and may actually have a star back's running talent.) And that brings us back to Mr. Quinn who hails from down around Columbus, Ohio and was given a rock star's reception at the beginning of the season while Oregon State's Derek Anderson was treated as a west coast outsider.
Now I've told you that so I can tell you this. Brady and his buddies back home in Columbus went on a night on the town. They threw back a few and enjoyed the authentic Mexican food at La Fogata Grill. Sometime during the evening there suddenly seemed to be very little difference between being twenty-three and an adult and being back in college when he could get laid just by sticking out the famous Quinn lantern jaw and getting a coed to focus on the size of his football. Perhaps he and his buddies, fueled by Dos Equix or Cuervo Gold, began the time-tested male game of mine's bigger than yours. Whatever the case, the wee hours of the morning found Brady Quinn outside the La Fogata executing the same skills as a citizen that he used to no avail on the playing field.
Right next to the Mexican restaurant happens to be the Union Cafe, a Gay bar. When Quinn's alcoholic eyes managed to merge three objects into one he saw "Gay Bruce" who may have looked more macho, more ruggedly handsome...and most importantly didn't have his damn lantern jaw! Gay Bruce may have even looked liked quarterback Tom Brady who gets all the supermodels for girlfriends and big endorsement contracts while Brady Quinn is warming the bench. Whatever the case, Quinn reached deep into his play-book and came out with the retort "Fag!"
Brady Quinn part of rowdy group outside Columbus bar, witness says - Cleveland Metro News – The Latest Breaking News, Photos and Stories from The Plain Dealer
The truth is, it ain't easy being Brady Quinn. At Notre Dame his coach Charlie Weiss built him up to be the next Joe Montana. Weiss and the publicity machine inflated Quinn's numbers to any reporter with a pencil and notepad, to such a degree in fact that it was difficult to correlate that the quarterback monster Weiss was describing was the same one being crushed on the field by USC defenses, under throwing passes and wilting under pressure of big games.
Evidently nobody in the NFL was fooled; Brady Quinn sat in his chair chewing gum until the twenty-second selection. When Quinn went to the NFL combine his numbers looked very mortal; perhaps that was why some scouts started scribing "arm like a wet noodle" in their notebooks. His official height is listed at only 6' 3" a full inch under his Notre Dame height.
But Cleveland is a city that is sometimes in retro orbit around the Sun when it comes to athletes. It doesn't matter that an athlete may not have the most talent. No, if he from Ohio and better yet from northeast Ohio, all is forgiven and the player is embraced. That is how the Browns ended up with Akron U.'s Charlie Frye and Kent State's Joshua Cribbs (who has thus far defied odds and may actually have a star back's running talent.) And that brings us back to Mr. Quinn who hails from down around Columbus, Ohio and was given a rock star's reception at the beginning of the season while Oregon State's Derek Anderson was treated as a west coast outsider.
Now I've told you that so I can tell you this. Brady and his buddies back home in Columbus went on a night on the town. They threw back a few and enjoyed the authentic Mexican food at La Fogata Grill. Sometime during the evening there suddenly seemed to be very little difference between being twenty-three and an adult and being back in college when he could get laid just by sticking out the famous Quinn lantern jaw and getting a coed to focus on the size of his football. Perhaps he and his buddies, fueled by Dos Equix or Cuervo Gold, began the time-tested male game of mine's bigger than yours. Whatever the case, the wee hours of the morning found Brady Quinn outside the La Fogata executing the same skills as a citizen that he used to no avail on the playing field.
Right next to the Mexican restaurant happens to be the Union Cafe, a Gay bar. When Quinn's alcoholic eyes managed to merge three objects into one he saw "Gay Bruce" who may have looked more macho, more ruggedly handsome...and most importantly didn't have his damn lantern jaw! Gay Bruce may have even looked liked quarterback Tom Brady who gets all the supermodels for girlfriends and big endorsement contracts while Brady Quinn is warming the bench. Whatever the case, Quinn reached deep into his play-book and came out with the retort "Fag!"
Brady Quinn part of rowdy group outside Columbus bar, witness says - Cleveland Metro News – The Latest Breaking News, Photos and Stories from The Plain Dealer
