The Cleveland Browns lost today . . . again. The team is now 0-14. Last year, the Browns were 1-15. Can it get any worse? I guess an 0-16 season is worse, so that’s what I’m expecting.
But that’s not what really bothers me. Frankly, the Browns have been so putrid for so long that it’s impossible for me to get emotionally invested in the efforts of this horribly mismanaged, poorly coached band of losers. In fact, I don’t even watch the games any more. When Sundays roll around, I just check my ESPN app to see whether the Browns have lost, and when I confirm that they have turned in another dismal performance, as they did today, I move on.
No, what really bothers me is that I have infected Russell with the scourge of Browns fandom. Before today’s game, he texted me, with the eternal optimism of youth, that he “had a feeling” about the Browns’ chances against the Ravens.
Of course, he should have recognized the feeling as one of impending doom.
Russell, I am sorry that I infected you with the family curse!