Donte Stallworth kills a man, pleads guilty to the charge, and gets 30 days in jail. Somehow I don’t think you and I would have gotten off that easily. In case you need your memory refreshed:

Stallworth, 28, was driving drunk when he struck and killed Reyes, 59, at 7:15 a.m. on March 14. Miami-Dade police said Stallworth was driving drunk and a toxicology report showed he had a blood-alcohol level of .126, which is above Florida’s legal limit of .08.

Donte Stallworth is off extremely easy. There’s no other way to put it. He knows it, the entire world knows it. I’m here to make another point rather than argue whether what he did deserved life in prison or not.

In terms of the situation and as a fan of the Browns, I have no feelings at all. And that’s probably the worst thing I could say. I don’t care if he goes to jail for life. I don’t care if I never hear the name Donte Stallworth again. I just know I don’t want to see him in our colors again. I want him erased. The reason is Donte Stallworth isn’t a Cleveland Brown. He never will be. He never was at all. The only thing I’m upset about is that in the historical roster my grandkids will have to read his name someday. This guy didn’t deserve the colors folks. He has no clue what it means to be a Cleveland Brown, and I consider this to be another prime example of it, as he did a fine job running our once proud name through the mud again. 

He signed that big contract last offseason, and many fans got up in arms about it. Not me. I knew this guy wasn’t worth it. The numbers speak for themself: 17 catches, 170 yards, zero heart. 

I was told last year by someone in the organization that Stallworth alienated himself early on from his teammates. He was aloof. He wore Armani suits into the locker room. He didn’t work at his craft a whole lot. And then Stallworth sat out the first couple games of the season when we needed him most. I was told he could have played. He took our money and he ran laughing to the bank. He was still running with it and laughing when he hit that 59 year old man with his Bentley at 7:15 am that morning. He was probably out late celebrating that big step of getting his option exercised by the Browns for another year the day before (another questionable decision in a long line of them already for Mangini and Kokinis). 

I’m not saying Stallworth wanted to murder a man with his car. I’m sure he feels badly about it. But I’m just saying I have no feelings on it. I don’t feel sorrow. I didn’t want blood either. I just want him as far away from the team in the NFL I invest in as possible. Because teams with ‘Donte Stallworths’ don’t bring home Lombardi Trophies. This is a case where chemistry isn’t overstated. He’s not a guy made of championship fiber. Which is why I’d like to sit Eric Mangini down for a good long hour and ask him and that used car salesman General Manager of ours George Kokinis what in the hell they’re thinking. 

It’s frustrating. We trade away a warrior like Kellen Winslow. We drag a warrior like Joshua Cribbs (who is the heart and soul of the Browns) through the coals. We give Brady Quinn the shaft. Even one of our only Pro Bowlers Shaun Rogers can just grin and bear it if he doesn’t like Mangini. But we turn our heads to Donte Stallworth and his actions? Why’s this guy still on the roster? I’ve been asking my friends on the inside that question since before he killed a man. They have no answer for me. Even they cannot understand it. They probably really can’t now.

Even if he catches a pass to send us to the playoffs, Donte Stallworth is not a Cleveland Brown. He is the furthest thing from it. Guy wouldn’t recognize Lou “the toe” Groza if he slapped him in the face. Or hit him with a Bentley.