So here is pretty much what I expect:
The Browns are humiliated on national TV.
Josh Cribbs runs hard and gets many yards and takes away just as many on special teams. Want to play offense Josh? You need not apply. We got STEPTOE !!!!!!
Brady Quinn plays within himself, gets a 90 + QB rating, and Fat Guy still doesn't know his name out of petulance. I'd suggest "growing up", but you are over sixty, Coach.
Jamal Lewis "runs" like Bo Jangles after a Wednesday chillin' while the team practices in pads - and calls out the team for lack of heart. Oh well, he'll make it up to them with that organic turkey on Thanksgiving, so it's all good.
Andra Davis and Willie McGinest show great leadership. Buffalo hangs 30 on the Browns with over 400 yards.
Easy E and B-Mac are abandoned on an island because the lame linebackers can't generate pass rush or run stop without safety help. The ghosts of JFK and Cliff Robertson show up and tell them to hang tough.
I am a healthy heterosexual male and at some point I think to myself "Dang, were I a female, I'd say Brady Quinn is hot". My left nut for those biceps? Fair trade?
RAC looks lost as big plays and penalties happen. Huh? What? Where's my edge-to-edge toppings?
Shaun Rogers eats two or three Bills on the way to the QB. For naught.
Braylon Edwards drops more balls than a five year old flagpole on Times' Square at midnight.
The Souljah equates a routine first down with curing cancer.
Kam-rahn Wimbley peers up from a milk carton. As does Jerome Harrison. For different reasons.
So I ask all y'all, seriously, at this point, what do you want me to write about? What is left to actually say? What can be added? You have plenty of other writers.
Bob keeps rationalizing and staying positive. Gudot is coming.
Erik keeps explaining and questioning. He's good.
Gary keeps raking the muck making Lincoln Steffens proud.
Me? I'm just a Caveman. Their ways are disturbing to me. I just want to cheer for my team and break off run. How do I do that? Tell Mansfield what to do here, because I am as lost as Kam-rahm Wimbley looking for a secondary pass rush move other than "The Speed Gumby". I have more block in my writing than the right side of the OL starting with chubby, pimp-slapped Space Ace on down the line.
What's a Browns fan have to do to make it to the coaching / new GM search in January now that the failure of the Third Republic is as clear as when Guderian took the Ardennes without a sneeze (no links, let's see whose got bona fide historical skillz) ?
What's the point?
It is absurd.