Well, we made it. Through grit, focus and a little liquid courage, we braved the drudgery of the offseason, the brutality of winter and the misery of Browns football, and here it is once again, Opening Day.
For all the cliches about rebirth and how all we do in the winter is sit by the window and wait for spring, it’s amazing how even after literal decades of enjoying this silly game. A childish glee that just infects the whole day and a whole week if not month of anxious excitement running up to it. It’s Christmas, but instead dawning on of one day of joy, it’s six months of a weird blend of peace of mind, unbridled joy and just.