Seeing Orange

Being a Browns fan, there are just certain things you have to deal with. You have to deal with the crappy seasons. In fact, those are really the only kind of seasons you know and expect. But in those rare instances where the Browns look like they are going to break through and succeed, you have to deal with their failure ('85, '86, '87 - damn you John Elway; '02 with their second half collapse in the playoffs to the Steelers).

I'm fine with the losing. I'm used to it. In fact, I'm immune to it. That's why I went to A&M. Speaking of the A&M, I've had to watch that jackhole Colt McCoy for the past four years. And guess what? I get to watch him for another four (or five, or six...). Why? Because my loser Browns have decided to pick him. Just my luck.

Why, Cleveland, why? I've been a loyal supporter in my 27 years. I've gone to Browns games. I own Browns paraphanalia. I watch the Browns every time they are on TV (and I'm home). I watch the score updates on ESPN. But now what am I going to do? I'm tired of Colt frickin' McCoy. I'm tired of hearing his name. I'm tired of seeing his mug. In fact, I'd prefer to go through another three years of law school than watch him play for my Browns.

Same Browns, different year.