Truth be told, the first half of this Cleveland Browns season has hit me harder than most. It’s been worse than no-win 2017. Worse than the drive or the fumble years. Worse than Johnny Football or the reign of PeeYou Jackson, even.
Worse than all of it because for the first time since 1973, I made a foolish leap of faith.
I actually expected the Browns to win.
One look at that OBJ-infused offense, one glimpse of that swole Garrett/Ward/Greedy D, one taste of that 5-3 2018 finish and I totally accepted Baker Mayfield and John Dorsey as my football saviors.