I love the Browns. It is a blessing and a curse. The amount of character-building occurring just by being a Browns fan is immense. Sure I bitch about their shoddy play, their inept skills, their ability to rankle me on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, but they're MY team. MY heroes. MY gaggle of plain-helmeted warriors.
Be that as it may, it gives me permission to scream and bemoan their recent (well, not so recent) stretch of ineptitude. The latest gem? Hometown (well, a town a smidge under 2 hours south of Cleveland) boy Brady Quinn gets to play quarterback for his beloved Cleveland Browns. Every young boy's dream. Played through a broken fingertip on his throwing hand and ended up damaging a tendon. Giving rise to possible surgery and a definite end to his season. Sigh....
At least he's already been named the starter for 2009!
Today, and every day, I am truly thankful for the Cleveland Browns, but am frankly tiring of the bad tidings that accompany my team.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
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2 comments:
Well said Flash.
I love the picture of the jersey that guy is wearing. It really captures the mess we have had at QB since the Browns were re-born.
I had to re-visit that picture after recent developments. Cross Quinn and Anderson off the back of the jersey and add Dorsey.
What a year the Brownies have had...sigh.
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