On a Sunday of little relevance, in a season already over, Hue Jackson finally broke down. He had a dream the night before, fast asleep in his hotel bed, that his Cleveland Browns won a football game. Jackson woke up and couldn't wait to get to the stadium that morning. It was a great week of practice, and there were signs -- you had to look for them, but they were there -- that this would be the day that the losing skid would end.
The game was at Cincinnati, a place where Jackson spent seven seasons as an assistant, and how great would it be, he thought, to win in front of old friends?