We’re up in Cleveland tonight, to watch the Browns take on the St. Louis Rams — it still feels wrong to type that — and the City By The Lake is hopping.
The Indians play Detroit at home tonight, and the Tribe faithful is desperately hoping that the team can salvage one win in a four-game series that has featured two soul-crushing losses. (UJ, incidentally, holds me personally responsible for the losses because I wrote about, and then watched, the games.) East Ninth Street is torn to shreds for a resurfacing project. It’s steamy outside. The weekend beckons, only a day away.
The confluence of events is such that the Cleveland police actually issued a warning to people, advising that with the Tribe and the Browns both playing at home, downtown is likely to be packed and locked tight tonight.
We don’t care. The NFL has returned, and tonight Russell and I get to see what kind of view we have from our new season ticket seats.
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