Hatred, Chaos, and the Lack of a Panic Button

Don't worry, I'll take the fall for Week 13.  All of it.  The lack of Browns touchdowns, the fumble for a Colts touchdown, Derek Anderson's knee touching down in such a way that his MCL resembles a biological kaleidoscope of pain, Ken Dorsey not completing a pass, Kevin Shaffer getting forced to eat his own pancakes, all of it.

Things are bad in Browns Town.  Real bad.  Derek Anderson,  who wasn't that awful, but wasn't that good (16/26, 110 yard, no touchdowns and no picks) is done.  His knee is more unstable than Romeo's job status.  With that Ken Dorsey has to start with--dare I say---Joshua Cribbs possibly backing him up?  Hey, at least if Cribbs plays and throws a pick, we know he'll chase down whoever has the ball and make him pay for it.

I have to say one thing about DA though.  People who were at the game and booed him as he was helped off the field: stop going to Browns games.   Don't even call in to one of the many sports talk radio shows where the host rambles about how some of us will be dead before the Browns win a Super Bowl. (Yeah, because I'm sure there were absolutely no Pats fans in the world that died between their consecutive Super Bowl wins, right?) You send the worst possible message about the franchise and the city of Cleveland.  It's twice as bad as hucking beer bottles at referees.  It's worse than booing Santa Claus.  It says that we care about our team and the players on it as much as we care about what the capital of Norway is. (Hi Oslo!)That's the last thing Cleveland needs going for it after the massive mountain of misery and miscommunication that's been piling up since the end of the first game.  While you're at it, set fire to all of your Browns memorabilia, pretend that the Browns have never in their history won anything (like everyone outside of Cleveland), and pretend that no team from any city has suffered as much as the Browns.

One second, I need to hack up a Cub that's wearing Red Sox while a Cardinal fights over a phone Bill with a Lion.

So, do I want the team to play for draft picks?  Absolutely not.  I want to win.  The players want to win.  You can bet that Romeo definitely wants to win.  Maybe it's the part of me that used to play sports, or maybe it's the part of me that knows a high draft pick is as likely to fail in the NFL as it is to succeed, or maybe it's the part of me that realizes the late round picks typically end up making the biggest impact...

Or maybe it's that I'm a fan.