@The Oi -
Any Given Sunday. That's what can happen when we take the field.
There is no "I" in Cleveland Browns, but there is a "we" if you allow for word unscrambling. There is also an "are clowns", but that's neither here nor there, so stop it.
This is a stupid debate by you, as usual. They are my team and I am their fan, so WE are on that field, playing like Browns and yelling at the TV screen, drinking beers, eating brats, like Browns fans. So fuck off. And because of Any Given Sunday and what it implies, let me offer some other things that might happen as a fan:
"Yelling at the TV screen" - not watching the game and ultimately seeing highlights at 9PM while cleaning up the playroom. I would yell at that point, but I had already seen the score on my phone, plus I didn't want to wake up the children, plus there was nothing to yell about, more of a SMH type of moment. At least with the highlights, we lost quickly and I saw a JM touchdown.
"Drinking beers" - Drinking La Croix (grapefruit) mixed with diet minute made lemonade, on the way to Costco.
"Eating Brats" - Cooking marinated chicken thighs then making smores over the fire pit with 2 and 3 year olds. This fire was lit by striking flint into dryer lint to create the initial flame.
But next week we've declared a MUST WIN. Do you even get it? We are metamorphosing this entire butchered colloquialism into something altogether much more Browns, and it starts in week 2: EVERY GIVEN SUNDAY.
We will bring our laser sharp focus to the field, let by that bastion of credible consistency Johnny Manziel, because the future is now. We'll open up the playbook on offense and once this motivational snowball hits avalanche warning magnitude, once we are humming on all cylinders, once we are ball-hawking on defense and getting our blockers to the 2nd level on offense, THEN you'll come crawling back with one thumb up your balloon knot and the other stabilizing you because without a hand involved I wouldn't really call it crawling, and by then it will
BE
TOO
LATE.
