And by everything, I literally mean everything—job, family, prospects, dignity, common sense.
Of course I’m kidding, but only slightly. Meet Eric Barr, formerly of East Hartford, Conn., who decided that his love of the Cleveland Browns was worth relocating to the great Ohio city, despite having no job to go to, no place to live, and no prospects on the horizon.
Now ask Eric if he cares…because he doesn’t.
But there’s at least one bright spot—now that he’s a full-time resident of Cleveland, he really cuts down on the Sunday commute to the Browns games. For the last three years Barr has driven 566 miles in his 1992 Nissan Sentra, each way, to watch his beloved Browns play. Now imagine making that trek with no air conditioning, no radio, and a top speed of 54 mph, and you’ll start to understand the level of Barr’s fanaticism.
Finally Barr decided enough was enough, and that it was time to live his dream—that dream being to live a meager existence as an unemployed Browns fan living in someone’s basement. So he quit his job at the Kichler Lighting warehouse, packed what he could into his Sentra, and headed to Cleveland.
Tell us how it goes down in the Dawg Pound, Cleveland Plain Dealer…
In East Hartford, the 33-year-old had a job, with full benefits. He had family. He had furniture.
Now sleeping on the floor of his basement apartment in Berea, Barr has none of that: no job, no family, no furniture. His health insurance runs out at the end of the month.
Yes, ladies, he’s single.
But before we mock the guy, there is something kinda wonderful about him.
“My ancestors came over from Ireland with nothing,” he says. “I have a blanket. I’m already one step ahead of them.”
He’s knows what you’re thinking.
“I don’t think I’m on drugs,” says Barr, who does resemble a young Cheech Marin with less ‘stache, more jowls and eyes that twinkle with mischief. “You can do a psychological evaluation on me. But I’m sure I’ll pass.”
Many people will think Barr is nuts for leaving a full-time job with benefits, just for a football team. Know what? They may be right. A 33-year-old man shouldn’t give up everything just to end up sleeping on an inflatable mattress on the floor of a basement apartment, wrapped in a Cleveland Browns blanket, while eating Hot Pockets. Debt-ridden college kids? Sure. Grown men who once had gainful employment and health benefits? Probably not.
Or maybe I’m being too hard on Eric. It takes a lot of balls to give up everything, especially in these economic times, and follow your dreams, no matter how much ridicule and uncertainty you’ll face. And no doubt the publicity Barr receives from this story will most assuredly help land him a job sooner than later.
Makes me think I should quit my well paying job in healthcare and follow my dream—being a roadie for Loverboy.
/they’re still wildly successful and get tons of chicks, right?
//at least it would give my life what it’s sorely lacking…more cowbell