Last month, Barr showed up to work at the Kichler Lighting warehouse in East Hartford, Conn., and sat down with his boss.
"He came to me and said, 'Listen, I'm going to live my dream,' " remembers Michael Flanagan, Barr's supervisor. " 'I'm going to move to Cleveland, and I'm going to follow the Browns, and that's it.' "
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.
Now, don't get me wrong, there is something very admirable about taking the plunge and going after one's dreams. And if you read the article, you'll at least have some respect for the man for not being shy about pursuing what he wants out of life. But to give up your family to move to a drab city just so that you can more easily cheer on a losing franchise? Wow! Good luck to the man. I'll just leave it at that.