First "Joe Cool" said, "I'm da cigar-smokin' GOAT - pay me bitch!!" - so Bengals management backed up the Brinks truck and gave him more $$$ than Patty Mahomes and Josh Allen
And the Bengals still smelled like landfill after the season.
Then Glass Joey whined,
"PAY MY Lambo WRs too - I'm

without them!"
So the Bengals panicked again and handed Ja'Marr and Tee QB-level contracts.
Next thing you know, they were in Miami driving ACTUAL Lambos tearing around like two kids at an arcade.
But the Bengals? Still stunk.
Then Joey marched in demanding,
"Give me a fortress O-line so my bros have 11 seconds to get open!"
Management - now fully broken - splurged on Orlando Brown and anyone over 6'4.
Result? Yep. Avo's Bengals are still ass.



And now, once again, JoeyB is back to moping on camera like a teenager posting cryptic Snapchat stories:
"Nothing, I'm fine…

"
Poor Joey… a man given EVERYTHING, still acting like the football gods handed him a bowl of cold oatmeal.
As Avo loves to say, "JoeyB just can't get it done"
See, Joey stares longingly at a team like Philly and wonders...
"If Nick Foles and Jalen Hurts can win a Super Bowl… why not me??

"
Simple, Joey:
While good teams like the Eagles do run a somewhat turnkey SB factory (without the proverbial "franchise QB") it does not operate on:
- fragile bones
- diva energy
- hostage-note contract demands
- "my tummy hurts" body language
Now don't get wrong. There are PLENTY of NFL village-idiot franchises who would trade 10 years of draft picks, their starter, their mascot, and probably the stadium rights for “Joe Cool"
The Bengals should absolutely fleece them. TODAY.
Cinci fans - help him pack. I promise you'll thank me a thousand times later.
But whatever sucker ends up trading for him? Ooohhhhhh boy.
If you thought that Baker Mayfield deal was a disaster…well...
***to be continued***