Jeez. He couldn’t even get half the name right. In Cleveland.
VP Candidate Paul Ryan Praised The “Storied” Cleveland Browns And Quarterback “Brendan Wheaton”
He’s no Condi. He’s no Condi at all.
Jeez. He couldn’t even get half the name right. In Cleveland.
VP Candidate Paul Ryan Praised The “Storied” Cleveland Browns And Quarterback “Brendan Wheaton”
He’s no Condi. He’s no Condi at all.
Wear it with pride, Madame Secretary. Wear it with pride.
I bought this hat last time I was in Cleveland. It’s okay for Williamsburg because it is a hat with a picture of a hat on it. That old logo is finally, finally growing on me.
I made a personal decision not long ago, that when the Browns eventually make a Super Bowl, I’m going to book a flight to Cleveland and watch it downtown. It would be a key moment for a city for which I have some very fond memories, and though I’m far from the Scott Raab–level of fandom (The Whore of Akron, though thin, with a big typeface and wide lines, was a grueling slog of self-congratulation and self-loathing from a disgustingly fat man—by his own admission—who gets on-demand handjobs from a nubile second wife), I figure that victory, in that town, would be something to see. But I don’t think I’d take my kid. Something’s going to burn.
So granted, that was a moment of off-season optimism and now we’re back to it—deadening reality, in which Joe Haden, a solid Browns draft pick who, in the absence of an offensive star, has become the face of the franchise, testing positive for something or other. It’s too bad “testing positive” isn’t a good thing, though it sounds like it ought to be. I know when I tried Adderall I walked around a club telling everyone who’d listen that I felt like a hundred dollars. Meh—that one we’ll get over. Maybe more troubling is lingering knee trouble for the man who should step in as the new face of the franchise, TR. That just sucks. You need knees, strong ones, to be a running back, no? It is, as the French say, troubling.
Oh, and we got bought by a Steelers fan who seems pretty primed on having his own people in charge of the team, which seems to signal we’ll be starting over again. Seems like we’ve done a lot of that since Browns 2.0 stumbled on the scene. Not that I’m convinced Holmgren is the answer, but as atlswami says: “that team needs stability.” TR’s knee needs that too.
So let’s be realistic about this thing. It’s probably going to be my son taking me to Cleveland when the Browns make the Super Bowl? Humor the old man, he’s cared about this shit since, like, the ’80s.
Jerry Rice, Patrick Ewing, Rickey Henderson, Rich Gossage, Horace Grant, Chuck Person. Seattle has a long and proud history of signing aging stars late in their careers. The results have been anything but stellar. Ewing delivered his lowest career shooting and free throw percentage in a Sonics uniform, a 42-year-old Rice reeled in just 3 TDs in 11 games for the otherwise efficient 2004 Seahawks.
Today we extend that pround heritage by bringing on Terrell Owens, 38. Only time will tell where he ranks in the pantheon of Seattle greats, but Paul Allen has given him only a one-year vote of confidence.
One meaningful stat comes via ESPN, which notes that only one receiver over 35 last year had at least 20 catches. Owens is also known to be cancerous to locker rooms and couldn’t even hold on to his arena league post last season. Nonetheless, we Seattleites haven’t seen in a long time passion like he exhibited in Dallas when defending QB Tony Romo.
Here’s hoping the naysayers are being really unfair to Owens.