Goodbye, Cleveland Browns
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by user I am a cpcp
As the classic rock ballad goes, "Love Hurts," but being a Cleveland Browns fan hurts even worse.
But the Browns aren't going to hurt me no more.
I mentioned before that if the Browns drafted Brady Quinn I would no longer be a Browns fan. I was overjoyed after Cleveland actually passed on Quinn and drafted an offensive lineman, finally after all these years.
But then Quinn kept falling... and falling... and I knew my time wearing orange and brown was running short.
Then, just before leaving to celebrate my 25th birthday, I saw it come across the screen... the trade... the pick... the end.
I already know what's going to happen in Cleveland, I've seen the story too many times before. The Browns will start Quinn - who's really not any good anyways - in his first season. Like Tim Couch and Charlie Frye and a hundred quarterbacks from all over the rest of the league he won't be ready for the NFL in his first season. The average age of Pro Bowl quarterbacks is somewhere in the late 20s pushing 30, not 22.
The Browns will have a good offensive line for the first time in 15 years, but their Quarterback won't be able to do diddly squat. The team will win four games, they'll be set up for the second pick in the draft, and they'll pass it on to Dallas who went 11-5 and made the playoffs.
I can't do this anymore. This time they not only screwed up another draft, they went way out of their way to do it. I'm done. I'm out.
Throughout the next month or two I'll be shopping for a new team. I'll do my anaysis here at the chair and have a new favorite, hopefully one that won't kick me in the stomach and make jokes about my mom like the Browns seemed to do every year.
I already feel like a burden is lifted. What's it like to have hope as an NFL fan, anyway?
