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We all know the Browns aren't making the playoffs this season, but is relevancy too much to ask for? How about...what's an antonym for rampant, soul-sucking incompetence? Damned if I'm digging out the thesaurus right now. And don't tell me to Google it! That's a conversation killer.
Point being, only the Browns know how to deflate a fanbase in such depressingly workmanlike fashion as they did today. It doesn't matter if the owner's an in-over-his-head soccer fan or a glad-handing Tennessean with curious business practices. Switch up the front office and the guys patrolling the sideline. Slap new name patches on the players' backs. Nothing seems to matter. The new boss is the same as the old boss.
It's not even frustration anymore, it's the definition of insanity as coined by Albert Einstein. You don't have to be a super-smart Supreme Court justice like Einstein (not Googling it) to understand that not much has changed with the Browns, at least based on game No. 1.
And make no mistake, today was a huge day for this franchise. This was a chance to put stock in shiny new front office promises of "doing everything aggressively...on both sides of the ball." This was an opportunity to prove that this time, the guys in charge are going to get it right. There's still an entire season for leadership's words to be more than just wind, but first impressions are a bitch-kitty. If you can't do it during a home opener against a team with which you're evenly matched, when exactly will you do it?
That's what Browns' fans are waiting for, the tipping point that trumpets, "We have turned the corner." Otherwise, we're going to be talking about Teddy Bridgewater and Jadeveon Clowney for the next eight months, and wouldn't that be just grand?