When I saw the FedEx box this afternoon I suspected, and when I looked at the return address of 100 Alfred Lerner Way, Cleveland, Ohio 44114, I knew. Russell’s and my 2013 Cleveland Browns season tickets had arrived.
As I walked into the house, clutching the FedEx box, I moved with a special spring in my step. There is a certain status in being a Season Ticket Holder. Sure enough, when I ripped open the box I saw firsthand the benefits of STH status.
There were two genuine orange and brown Cleveland Browns knit scarves. (Sorry, but it’s 96 degrees in Columbus today, so I’m not going to try one on.) There was a season ticket holder rewards card that gives a discount at every Browns team store. There were some buy one, get one free coupons. There was a season ticket holder information guide that identified my guest relations team by photos, names, telephone numbers, and email addresses. I hope I never have to bother Rico, Brian, John, and Lisa, but it’s nice to know they are there and I’ve got their numbers if there’s a problem. There’s a 2013 AFC North Preview. I don’t need to read it; I’ll hate the Ravens no matter what it says.
And then there are the tickets, which are big and glossy and came in a nifty First Energy Stadium folder. Each different game ticket has a raised depiction of different Browns players, current and former. I can envision holding the tickets in a gloved hand as Russell and I enter the Stadium for a late November or December game, ready to cheer on the Brownies as they fight for home field advantage heading into the AFC playoffs.
Hey, I can dream, can’t I? That’s what getting season tickets is all about.