Another season has come and gone for the Cleveland Browns.  Depression and loathing again permeate the landscape.  Another Browns vs Steelers weekend is meaningless, and the result is sure to be disgusting and embarrassing.  Another Sunday will be wasted nonetheless.  But, why?  Will it ever change?

No matter the season, football, baseball or basketball, Clevelanders always fall for the hook.  We believe the hype. We listen to the latest regime and eat it up.  “Sustainability” is the latest fodder fed to us.  Why not start with putting a team on the field that we would want to sustain?  A .500 season might be something to shoot for next season.

Instead, it is back to the drawing board again.  Let the draft talk begin.  It is after all the best part of a Browns fan’s season over the last 15 years.  Let’s just hope the front office can top the last draft! What a joke that was.  Yet, we will all be watching in April.  The Draft has become a Clevelander’s Super Bowl.  What a sad state of affairs.

I am not sure how or why we do it.  We are a special breed.  I for one have not lived in Cleveland in over 20 years and could have jumped ship numerous times.  Yet, I keep rooting for the Cleveland Browns.  Heckled by neighbors and even friends, yet I keep on, a stranger in a strange land keeping the faith.  Flying that flag should be a sense of pride, but it has become a symbol of futility.

The lone bright spot to this season finally coming to an end is at least the depression will subside.