By STEVE KING

All weekend long, Hue Jackson’s name — the Hue Jackson Story, as it were, which is a short story and a miserable one — kept appearing on the crawl on ESPN during whatever college basketball game I was watching.

I love college basketball — and I love watching it even more — so, then, this was turning my long-awaited joy into a Hue Moment, short and miserable.

Ugh.

UghII

Ugh!!!

Thanks there, Hilarious Hue.

As if it weren’t bad enough that you screwed up my football team, now you’re screwing up my weekend in other ways.

Again, thanks there, Humiliating Hue.

Enough already.

I’ve mentioned Ol’ Huey in this space a number of times in recent months, which puts that rascally dude into the same category with COVID-19, potholes in the roads and freezing-cold weather, all things that have earned a place on my — and your — not-so-favorites lists. But it’s time for that to stop.

Now.

This moment.

This instant.

For good.

Hankering Hue is now saying then Browns hierarchy did not pay him to lose games, this coming after he and his representatives said the club did do such. Hey, there, buddy, either the Browns did do it, or they didn’t. You can’t have it both ways, not even in your misguided way of looking at things.

No, as I’ve said before, the Browns lost games during the Hyena Hue era — he was always laughing, hence the nickname — because the team was sorely lacking in talent and because it had the worst head coach in team history and possibly the worst in pro football history. And when you consider that Eric Mangini coached the Browns, that’s saying something.

The Browns have some work to do in the offseason to get back on track, and listening to Hula Hue isn’t one of them.

So, please, please, please, Hue Jackson, go away — quietly.