As regular readers of SteakMatters know, GOTSOO is the resident sports analyst. But following yesterday’s debacle at Cleveland Browns Stadium, I am forced to comment.
A special tip of the SteakMatters platter to fellow team member Lefty for hosting me at the game in his not to be believed seats…thank you Carm. It was a bit of hectic morning, but with a special thanks to Brat in da’ Hood, I had upfront parking and a short walk to the stadium.
Once I hooked up with Lefty we got a couple of drinks – the Club’s special Bloody Mary (a meal unto itself) and a screwdriver for me. To the other end of the club for a footlong kosher dog, dry for me, and a footlong brat with ‘krout and stadium mustard for Lefty. What a great dog, but I couldn’t understand why something so that I loved so much had to hurt me for the rest of the game…pass the Tums.
Ah yes, the game, the reason for this post. What a joke this team has become. Ya gotta Wolverine who can’t catch a cold, or as one sign said, “Braylon can’t even catch a staph infection.”; a ‘soldier’ who hasn’t had a big game since losing to OSU in the National Championship Game; and a coach who is not respected by his plays and appears to be waiting for his post-game Arby’s beef on weck, with au jus.
No one on the Browns or in the front office seems to care. And why should they? They are happy to collect ticket receipts and $7.50 for a 16 oz beer. And fans will continue to buy the season tickets, spending literally thousands of dollars for play that’s pitiful. Indeed my I’m mad for people like Lefty and Seabiscuit, whose family traditions of owning season tickets they carry on with the hope that one day the Browns will win a Super Bowl.
Seabiscuit sent this open text to The Crew, many of whom shelled out for PSLs at a time in their lives when they didn’t have the extra money and probably still don’t. But they had hope that the new Browns would field a winning team:
Randy Lerner, its time to man up. Your team sucks and you need to show your face. The fans of Cleveland deserve an explanation from you and we deserve it now! (…and they deserve a refund too.) One of the NFL’s most storied franchises is in toilet and its owner doesn’t care. Period.
The clocks ticking Randy, on you, your team and the patience of the Browns Nation.
POTUS
A special tip of the SteakMatters platter to fellow team member Lefty for hosting me at the game in his not to be believed seats…thank you Carm. It was a bit of hectic morning, but with a special thanks to Brat in da’ Hood, I had upfront parking and a short walk to the stadium.
Once I hooked up with Lefty we got a couple of drinks – the Club’s special Bloody Mary (a meal unto itself) and a screwdriver for me. To the other end of the club for a footlong kosher dog, dry for me, and a footlong brat with ‘krout and stadium mustard for Lefty. What a great dog, but I couldn’t understand why something so that I loved so much had to hurt me for the rest of the game…pass the Tums.
Ah yes, the game, the reason for this post. What a joke this team has become. Ya gotta Wolverine who can’t catch a cold, or as one sign said, “Braylon can’t even catch a staph infection.”; a ‘soldier’ who hasn’t had a big game since losing to OSU in the National Championship Game; and a coach who is not respected by his plays and appears to be waiting for his post-game Arby’s beef on weck, with au jus.
No one on the Browns or in the front office seems to care. And why should they? They are happy to collect ticket receipts and $7.50 for a 16 oz beer. And fans will continue to buy the season tickets, spending literally thousands of dollars for play that’s pitiful. Indeed my I’m mad for people like Lefty and Seabiscuit, whose family traditions of owning season tickets they carry on with the hope that one day the Browns will win a Super Bowl.
Seabiscuit sent this open text to The Crew, many of whom shelled out for PSLs at a time in their lives when they didn’t have the extra money and probably still don’t. But they had hope that the new Browns would field a winning team:
Hi all, I wanted to congratulate everyone on being loyal Browns fans through the years. I also wanted to let everyone know that there will always be one ticket available for any game for as long as we are trapped into the f***ing psl’s. Being my closest friends I wanted to tell you all first…that I QUIT! No more Sunday afternoon diarrhea for this guy. I implore everyone to try and organize a Sunday brunch/dinner in order to avoid the agony which we endure. In order to get the ball rolling, next Sunday afternoon I will be hosting the first annual glass eating party at my place. I hope to see you all then.
- The Ever Loving Optimist (Seabiscuit)
Randy Lerner, its time to man up. Your team sucks and you need to show your face. The fans of Cleveland deserve an explanation from you and we deserve it now! (…and they deserve a refund too.) One of the NFL’s most storied franchises is in toilet and its owner doesn’t care. Period.
The clocks ticking Randy, on you, your team and the patience of the Browns Nation.
POTUS
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2 comments:
As a lifelong Browns fan (some of my first words were Phipps to Pitts)I must admit that I have very little left in my tank. I'm not throwing in the towel - because Browns fans don't throw in the towel. Instead, we suffer. I tell my son every day that it isn't a right of passage - or an entitlement to be a Browns fan. For that matter it's not a choice either..IT'S A BURDEN. But it's in our blood, part of our make-up, it's part of the reason we stay in Cleveland. It's a sickness, an addiction, a nightmare. And worst of all, our losing has become a tradition. It's why when my 5 year old son has to cut out pictures of things he likes and doesn't like for school - he cuts out pictures of Steelers players and puts them in the "don't like" category. To everything there is a season and thankfully, this season is almost over. But hope springs eternal and come February, at least this Browns fan, will be looking forward to training camp!
Lefty
lol at "Branlon can't even catch a staph infection"--that's funny stuff!
--G
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