Since their reinstatement in ’99, the Browns have casually shuffled through 20 starting quarterbacks and have another one lurking on the sideline. We’ve seen in all from passes right to the other team, to magical tosses half way across the field…it’s failure in every essence of the game of football. Each shining new ray of hope turns into a disgusting dark cloud of losing and more losing and more losing. The Browns have never seemed to find that perfect match. One that makes all the right throws. One that makes all the right reads. One that takes us to that glorious promise land and wins us the Super Bowl. Hallelujah.
I just turned into a preacher there.