Perhaps the rabbit is a metaphor for our anemic offense .... docile by appearance, but waiting for the right time to go for the jugular? OK, maybe not, but what the heck. we're 3 - 3.
On a different note ....
Been there and done that.
In a less celebratory moment I once went bounding out of the living room and into the front yard while cursing, throwing my hat and tossing my jersey when Rudd got flagged for taking his helmet off in the KC game. My neighbor yelled across the street to see if I was alright. I said, "yeah .... it's just the Browns". She understood.
... or the Oilers at Muni .... my buddy and I in the Pound with us up 4 and Clay sacks Moon to break Jerry Sherk's club sack record. Muni roars with chant of "Clay ... Clay ... Clay .." as the Oilers face a 2nd and long. The very next play was a 70 or 80 yard something screen pass to Lorenzo White. I have never heard such a deafening roar go to almost utter silence (I say almost because the cursing in the Pound was certainly pronounced). The Oilers go on to win. Earlier in the 4th Bernie had called a timeout with an 11 point lead and I'm saying, "no, no Bernie let the clock run!". My bud Deron looks at me and questions, "what are you talkin about, we go this game won". I look at him and deadpan, "you are a Browns fan, right?". <sigh>
Don't get me wrong, there have been some great moments, glorious even.
I was walking from Walmart to my car this evening and a woman walks by and says, "Go Browns". She knows my loyalty because I had my usual garb on (at least every Monday, win or lose). That's the thing about us, perfect strangers, Pubs and Libs, beer or wine drinkers, it is sometimes a nod and sometimes stopping and talking about our Brownies like we're family or long lost friends.
It's the warmth of that beautiful Orange and Brown. It's Bernie coming home and Hank overachieving to the end of the whistle. It's my son and daughter remaining faithful despite often having so little to cheer for.
Some time back my wife and I were looking through some old family photos and she remarked that it seemed like I always had something "Browns" on (and if not, then the Buckeyes). Up to that point I hadn't notice, but she was indeed right. I guess it's just ....
ALWAYS HAVE BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE
I guess I shoulda gave you all a bit of rah rah / sentimental warning. I suppose the gal in Walmart's parking lot got me thinking and coupled with some youtube surfing I felt the need to share.
3 - 3. Could be worse and as noted somewhere else on the board we are just a bonehead moment in the Bengal game from 4 - 2.
Quote: In a less celebratory moment I once went bounding out of the living room and into the front yard while cursing, throwing my hat and tossing my jersey when Rudd got flagged for taking his helmet off in the KC game. My neighbor yelled across the street to see if I was alright. I said, "yeah .... it's just the Browns". She understood.
I had a good belly laugh at this. I did almost the exact same thing. I was so damn mad, I had to run around the block a few times to get the bad energy out, shaking the hell out of a few road signs on the way. Anyone who saw me had to think I was absolutely insane (which I was for about 5 minutes).
My family tells a pretty funny story about my uncle. He's a pretty calm guy normally. One time in the late 80's, the Browns lost in some terrible way. He didn't say a word, calmly got out of his chair and went out back. He took one of those old metal garbage cans and made a pancake out of it with a baseball bat. He then calmly walked back in and sat back in his chair like nothing happened.
The Browns can make even the most rational, responsible people into crazed lunatics for a few hours every Sunday. Still love em though.
I love Monty Python! We are not the killer rabbit as much as we are the dead parrot sketch. We seem to be working to pass off this team as legit. Anemic, struggling, and .500. As bad as we have looked, .500 is the Holy Grail for this group. Waiting for signs and sounds of life. "We're not quite dead yet" is arguable (and Python!), but we are getting there. Obvious our prep stands to be better.
"Every responsibility implies opportunity, and every opportunity implies responsibility." Otis Allen Glazebrook, 1880
As one of the resident eternal optimists I choose to view us more as the black knight... lose an arm, keep fighting, lose a leg, keep fighting, lose the other arm, keep fighting, lose the other leg... threaten to chew their knee caps off... just keep fighting.
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