The last time the Cleveland Browns were legitimate contenders for the Super Bowl, UJ and I had season tickets.
We sat in the upper deck of old Cleveland Municipal Stadium during the late ’80s and early ’90s. We watched as the Denver Broncos and John Elway — may he rot forever in hell — broke our hearts with The Drive, and the next year we watched the great team that eventually fell, again, to Denver thanks to The Fumble. (It’s all part of the immense burden of failure lugged around by Cleveland sports fans, most recently recounted by this piece in the New York Times.) It was fun going to the games and great to watch good football, but eventually we gave up our tickets as the Browns jacked up prices and other obligations intervened.
But now Russell will be returning to the Midwest. He loves the Browns, and from the Cranbrook campus in the suburban Detroit area he’ll be within a reasonable drive from Cleveland. So, we talked about it during Russell’s Mother’s Day visit, and we decided to pull the trigger. Once again, I’ll be a season ticket holder, taking in the NFL in all its spectacle and wretched excess with Russell as we watch from our seats in Section 536 of Cleveland Browns Stadium.
I don’t think the Browns will be very good this year, but you never know . . . and sometimes you just have to put your money where your mouth is. This season, we’re betting on the Browns.