The Cleveland Browns are fucked by forces not explained by the natural sciences. Seeing the salvation of your franchise hanging with Justin Bieber while the cops are banging on the door must feel like Hades is stirring the pot once more. Party face with Bieber is like bobbing for apples in a barrel full of herpes, there’s no way to weave that into a crazy Saturday night story without people no longer wanting to be your friend. I bet that guy in the Browns organization who said he didn’t care what Johnny Manziel did off the field wasn’t picturing him called ‘My boy” by Bieber on social media. Manziel’s been touched by the devil. Burn the body. Find Kosar.