I really can’t describe how much I hate the Cleveland Browns. I know that I hate the recent Ravens teams more, and that is in large part because the Ravens were the Browns and Ray Lewis and the rest of those crooks , but still to this day, I have a visceral hatred of the Browns. It comes from the gut.
When I see someone wearing a Browns jersey or a Browns cap walking down the street, I will cross the road so I don’t have to go near them. When I see someone wearing a Browns jersey or a Browns cap, the first thing I think is that they must be stupid. There is something wrong with Browns fans.
I was at the last Browns/Steelers game on a Monday night at Three River Stadium in 1995 before Art Modell moved them to Baltimore. I remember before the game, there were lots of folks in the parking lot from Cleveland, and they wanted us to show solidarity with the Steelers and turn our back on the field to show solidarity with the Browns. It sounded like a good idea when it was suggested, and who couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for them- they were having their team stolen. Besides, half of being a Steelers fan is hating on the Browns. Modell was stealing from me, too.
And then I went into the game, and I saw those shit brown uniforms with orange helmets and the old familiar hate bubbled up and when it was time to show my solidarity with them the only thing I could think was:
“Screw the Browns. Screw their fans. Screw their shitty, dirty, little city. Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of people.”
True story, although I may not have said “screw.” I feel the same way tonight. GO STILLERS!
*** Update ***
Ok, people. I really don’t hate Browns fans, this was what is known as game-day trash talking. I really don’t hate the city, I don’t cross the street, etc. Jeebus.
Although I will tell you who I do hate. The Eagles. I hate their fans. I hate the city. I hate everything about them.