

1980 was my first memory of being a Browns fan. The Kardiac Kids. No one believes me but I remember Red Right 88, where Brian Sipe threw an interception in the end zone at the end of the fourth quarter which cost them a chance at the Super Bowl. I was also in the stands for The Drive, where the whole crowd was chanting "Super Bowl! Super Bowl!" and then Elway drove 98 yards and ruined everything. My mom remembers how quiet that stadium was as everyone trudged out after the loss...the sound of 80,000 fans with their hearts torn out. I had all the Browns gear...the stocking cap with the brown and orange fuzzy ball on top, the orange foam hand with the index finger sticking up that said "We're #1" (by the way, these foam hands are made of a material that really stings when they poke you in your eye, so when you are waving one try to keep it above head level), the old charcoal pencil reprints of Kevin Mack, Earnest Byner and Clay Matthews, everything. Even though we usually get dumped on, we will always love the Browns. I guess it's just eternal hope; hope that one day, all the sweat and tears that have been poured in to rooting for them will be rewarded.
Here's a photo of Lyla and I watching last week's game and our dog Whisky with his Browns gear on. Although it looks like Lyla is sleeping through the game, she was actually just listening to the broadcast and resting her eyes. Go Browns.