I’ll be leaving in a few minutes to drive up to Cleveland. I’ve got tickets to watch the Browns today with Russell and two of his buddies.
Here’s an example of how sports fans think: I’m trying to decide what to wear that might help the Browns win. And when the opposing team is the Denver Broncos — a franchise that figures prominently in the history of Browns heartbreaks — carefully considered clothing choices are especially important.
I’ve been up to watch a number of Browns games in the new stadium, and for the most part I’ve seen appalling gag jobs and wretched losses. This means that the Browns haven’t been very good, sure . . . but it also means that most of my Browns gear is now irrevocably tainted. I’ll give a ball cap or sweatshirt a few shots at bringing home a win, but once they hit multiple losses they obviously can’t be worn again without hurting the team and go into the closet, forever.
As a result of this process, I’ve got no Browns ball cap to wear. Fortunately, the weather is supposed to be cold, so I can get by with a stocking cap with the Brownie on it. And my standard sweatshirt has proven to be a dismal failure. I’ve dug up some vintage stuff that Russell got years ago, reasoning that they not only are weather-appropriate for a chilly day but also are likely to have some good karma still infused into their very fibers.
C’mon Brownies! I’m running out of licensed gear, here!
Edited to add: Well, another outfit bites the dust . . . .