It was only a matter of time. Only so many days could tick off the calendar before Johnny Manziel and Justin Bieber finally crossed paths and opened a door that can never be closed again.
Bieber posted a picture of the star-studded group to the photo-sharing application Shots (a Bieber-promoted product). He captioned the image, "Me and my team."
More selfies were taken, including one by Tyga captioned, "Johnny Manziel #kingpin."
Indeed, it would appear someone in the neighborhood had complained that Bieber and company were blasting loud music and called the cops. Officers spoke with someone on the premises—not Bieber, who probably hid in a linen closet—and the tunes were turned down to an agreeable level.
The fun wasn't over, however. Officers reportedly returned to the scene later in the night to shoo away a group of Beliebers, who had congregated near the singer's property like opossums on a country porch.
And thus went another evening in the busy lifestyles of three of the most polarizing figures in America. We should be glad no Tokyo drifting occurred on Beverly Hills Boulevard, but the coming together of this triumvirate raises some questions.
Is Manziel on the Money Team? Will he be ringside at the next Mayweather fight? How did the world not buckle when these two big-swinging egos entered the same space?
After all, there can only be one Highlander, and by "Highlander," I mean "young, page-view-demanding superstar with priors."
Alas, it would appear this world is big enough for the two of them, although Cleveland Browns fans are probably having some mixed feelings seeing their rookie quarterback hanging with the driver of the celebrity bandwagon.
Then again, these types of things come with the territory. Johnny Football mania doesn't extend private invites, and the hangers-on—celebrity or otherwise—are going to pile on as the NFL season nears.
Embrace it, Cleveland. You signed up for Manziel and all the additional baggage. You brought this on you. Just pray he and Bieber don't end up in a Lamborghini on East 4th Street this fall. That never ends well.
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