The punchlines have been laid out countless times. Being a fan of the Cleveland Browns is a curse. A curse that has no way out.
But these “funny” punchlines often come from those who aren’t from Cleveland. Those who don’t understand what the Browns mean to those from Northeast Ohio.
In honor of Father’s Day, and my own dad, I wanted to share just how integral my dad was to me being a fan of the Cleveland Browns.
My dad was born in 1964, just months before the Cleveland Browns won their last championship. Is he the curse?