I am not someone who deserves to be dissected and analyzed like some tragic example of everything that can possibly go wrong for a professional athlete.
I see myself in a Cleveland Browns uniform and a return for Josh Gordon. Hopefully this time, the biggest and the best I've ever been. Really looking forward to giving the people what they deserve, not letting anyone down, myself included. And exceeding their expectations.
Despite everything I've been through, despite being a kid with a spotty background, the Cleveland Browns stuck their neck out and risked taking me and put their faith and belief in me, and I won't let them down.
I have let down many in Cleveland - my Browns teammates, our hard-working coaching staff, the team's ownership, and the loyal fan base that wants nothing more than to win. Playing there is different than in many other cities. We feel the fans pain.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not much of a drinker.
I decided to go back home and try to enroll in the University of Houston.
I thought that the league-imposed restriction on drinking had expired at the end of the regular season.
I failed myself when I ruined a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be Robert Griffin III's running mate during his Heisman Trophy-winning season at Baylor.
I chose to go on my own accord, my own thoughts, and thought it would be beneficial for me to go out to Cliffside in Malibu, Calif., and seek out some help and see what could be done.
I'm aware of the rift in the locker room. That's just alpha males and supreme athletes trying to share the spotlight.
Our job as directors is to really give the audience a sense that all this exists in a universe somewhere. Even if it's a slightly more stylized or comedic world than we live in, it's still really important that it has an authenticity and integrity to it.
During the wintertime in cold cities, you sometimes need a party to break through the melancholy.
