When I saw the huge FedEx box sitting on my doorstep, I thought “what car part did my son order on Amazon this time?”
But there it was addressed to “The Cohen Family” – the junk mail addressee used by one account and one account only: the Cleveland Browns season tickets we’ve bought every year since 1946 have arrived.
We are original season ticket holders, holding them every year since my late dad returned from his Army artillery service fighting the Nazis in World War II. He never left a game early, regardless of the score, watching it all from the best seats in Cleveland Stadium: Section 35, Upper Deck, just two rows below the posts.