A city in Northeast Ohio that used to be a haven for high school football, but now runs rampant with dbags, and 80's football alumni who still wear their mid-drift mesh jerseys around town, still expecting preferrential treatment, particularly at cash advance businesses. The only cool people in the town are the really, really old people because they used to work, but now the town is filled with lazy welfare recipients so busy buying food at long john silvers that they can't possibly find time to work there.
When the Football team does well in the playoffs, it is usually because some player transferred from a surrounding school district and convinced at least three others to go along with him.
Dbag 1: "I've waited my whole life to play QB for the Massillon"
Dbag 2: "I heard you weren't going to be any good, so I transferred in so I could start over you."