So, it's not bad enough that I spend $400 on football tickets for the season (slightly less this year due to the two games I've sold) and get up at the crack of pre-dawn several Sundays each fall/winter.
It's not bad enough that I sit in the cold, bundled up to the gills.
It's not bad enough that the Browns blew a 14-3 halftime lead and lost, 20-14.
No, on top of all of that, my favorite player and one of the Browns only certifiable playmakers has to blow out his knee.
Seriously, I don't believe in curses. But one has to admit (if one has ever spent any considerable amount of time following the Cleveland Browns) that there is something seriously fishy going on, here.
And I, for one, am powerless to do anything about it.
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typical.
for one half of football, i thought Cleveland had a great future. oh well.
at least the tribe signed byrd.
They do have a great future. It's just also going to be just that: the future. They will never be able to put together all of the potential at the same time.
This season, it was "Imagine when Winslow comes back and we have Bryant, Edwards, and Winslow lined up as the primary receiving corps!"
Now, it's, "Hey, it will be great when Winslow comes back in the summer. Then we'll only have to wait three more months for Edwards to come back!"
And then, you know, Frye or Droughns will get hurt.
At this point, I'm now in a perpetual state of "waiting for the other shoe to drop" for the rest of my sporting life.
Actually, I do believe in curses. I think the Browns, for whatever reason (perhaps the name Ravens is symbolic of more than we thought), are snakebit. Perhaps some sort of post-Modell soul cleansing is in order....
Maybe there's something to that. Perhaps the unresolved issues of Paul Brown mean that, after his death, he has been haunting the Browns until the Bengals finally win a championship first. Only then (after a Bengals title), will the Browns finally be able to succeed.
The problem has been that Paul's son was so freaking inept at running a franchise, that here we are... 41 years and counting.
Braylon's head blends into that uniform, and when you look at that picture you see his helmet on sideways and think that he is really messed up and possibly dead.
He is probably saving that for his next injury.
I never had Kokotan pegged for "giant man with ukelele" in my head.
Funny how these things work out. Welcome to the fold.
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