I love the Cleveland Browns. As Terry Pluto points out in his recent book Things I’ve learned from watching the Browns, this love is “completely, utterly irrational! If you were born after 1960…being a Browns fan makes no sense. None. Zero.” But, despite that, as his book chronicles, anyone’s love affair with the Browns is far beyond what they do on the field. If you’re a Browns fan you know that. Despite the endless Sundays that you’ve waited, hoped, and believed, you know that alas...you will have your heartbroken. My 18th birthday was 1/11/87—we’ll get to that in a moment.
According to my mother, my love affair with football started in the womb. My uncle, Ray Somerville, was a senior starter on Cleveland’s Notre Dame Cathedral Latin’s football team in the fall of 1968 and my mother attended and cheered on every game with me growing in her belly. She is right. There really can be no other explanation. I was raised by a single mom (who outside of cheering on these games, could care less about football) and beyond Ray, I had no older brothers who played the sport or anyone who took me to games as a child. Yet, somehow, I grew into this rabid football fan.
I really can’t pin-point the day, time or place that I decided that this was my sport. And, my friends from high school will testify to my love for college football (especially Doug Flutie and his amazing BU “Hail Mary” pass to defeat the Hurricanes quarterbacked by future Brown, Bernie Kosar). I followed every college team, watched all the bowl games and even the Heisman Trophy ceremonies—which I still do today.
Of course, my true love was the NFL but, I knew, even at a young age, that watching college games was important. These were the future stars of the NFL who were playing their hearts out for no other reason than to make it big someday. This was pure football in my eyes and I loved (and still do) every minute of it.
Nor can I really pin-point the day I became a Cleveland Browns fan. But considering I remember Red Right 88 (I was 11) and my devotion to the Kardiac Kids (junior high)--it was pretty early on.
My love was deep. Like college football on Saturday, every Sunday, I followed every NFL team in the league. The quarterback was always key to me. (chicks dig the long ball—I know baseball reference but it still applies! Really anyone who can throw a spiral down the field melts my heart) The quarterback, in my opinion, makes or breaks a team. Eventually, Joe Montana would become my absolute favorite player in the league. Ironic. How many quarterbacks have the Browns had? Especially since “The Move.”
Maybe it was just simply rooting for the home team that made me a Browns fan? Or it could be the fact that my mom was a barmaid and I spent a lot of my childhood in the bar owned by my Uncle Ray watching football. Or was it that he knew Tom Cousineau and other players in the league, including Browns players, who would sometimes visit the bar and eventually our house? Who knows? One thing I do know is that even when I picked “my team”—I knew the Browns were not very good; but nonetheless, I watched and cheered for them every week by my calculations for 30+ years.
Maybe it was just bad DNA? In that case, I have passed on this genetic defect of loving the Browns on to my daughter—taking her several Browns games, including a trip to the Browns-Steelers game (in the Dawg Pound) when she was 12! Her father was livid at first—but he, too, is a Browns fan so he understood. When my daughter selected colleges a few years ago, the quality of the football team was equally as important as the quality of the program. She chose OSU and she’s a pre-vet major, so I think she made a good choice on both fronts.
I enjoyed reading Pluto’s book on Christmas (which my daughter bought me and was my favorite gift) and identified with every chapter. But, I still wondered why? Why am I a Browns fan? And, why did I have plans to attend a December game, the day after Christmas no less? He was right...being a Browns fan made NO SENSE!
For starters, I hate any weather condition under 70 degrees (I actually wear a sweater when it is that cold out) and wouldn’t dream of going out of my house on a day like I was preparing. Cold as hell, 20+ degrees and snow!! And, the wind, wicked! I live on Lake Erie so when I went to pick up the newspaper in the morning and felt the piercing cold winds, which left me breathless, I knew what was in store and thought WTF am I thinking?
But I walked back in the house and still could NOT wait to head down to Cleveland Browns stadium with my daughter, in my new Browns Santa hat and our new matching Browns jackets to freeze my A** off and watch the Browns which I know would lose! Why?
Well a few reasons. For starters I was invited by the Cleveland Browns to be part of the gauntlet as the players entered the field. That’s right, on field at Cleveland Browns Stadium! Wild horses could have kept me from that opportunity—especially with my daughter! And, that might have been one of the coolest things I’ve ever been apart of—outside of being asked to participate in the coin toss earlier this year! Then something truly magical happened. And, I knew I was destined to be there that day.
Marty’s youngest son, Andy (aka A.J.) and his beautiful bride to be April were also at the game. I knew this because we had chatted about it earlier this week on Facebook. So we texted them and told them to come over to our seats which they did.
Marty and I attended so many Browns games together and shared a deep love of the Browns! Okay, maybe he didn’t love the Browns? But I know he knew I did. And, as we all complained about the cold, I recounted for AJ and April, the story of my 18th birthday--1/11/87—coldest game I’ve ever been to! In Browns’ history, it’s known as “The Drive.” I was happy to realize that AJ and April needed no other explanation of”The Drive” and that I had some Browns fans on my hands.
I did explain, however, how his father waited for hours (perhaps overnight, I don’t recall) outside of Cleveland Browns Stadium in the freezing cold to get tickets for me because that is all I wanted for my birthday. (There was no online ordering then!).
And, how we planned the PERFECT day. Fates aligned, It was my 18th birthday. We were going to go to the game and then come back to Allien to have a wonderful feast (prepared by those who couldn’t to brave the cold or weren’t lucky enough to get tickets) and celebrate the Browns victory and my birthday. And of course, plan our trip to the Super Bowl--we were all going!.
It didn’t go that way, of course. NO ONE came to celebrate. Everyone went home. We were all numb. And not from the cold. My birthday ruined. It was probably the biggest Cleveland Browns heartache I ever felt besides The Move!
I recounted to AJ that I never heard such COLD CRISP SILENCE walking out of the old Browns stadium. Really it was eerie...80,000+ people and DEAD SILENCE. We were all so stunned. One minute we were going to the Super Bowl...We were really going and then "The Drive". I told him it was like a funeral march—sadly something AJ knew firsthand about. I will never, ever forget it.
In fact, when I first met Brian Brennan many years ago, I walked up to him and said, “you were a great player and I enjoyed watching all those years, but you know, you and the Cleveland Browns ruined my 18th birthday! But I’m still a die-hard fan” He said, “How did we do that?” I replied, “My 18th birthday was 1/11/87.” His face went still and he replied, “I’m sorry. You’re right. That would have ruined your day.” True Story!
For years, like so many Browns fan, 1/11/87 IS my WORST Cleveland Browns memory. But, today, sharing that story with Marty’s son and knowing that he probably never got to share that story with his son, it was an awesome experience to re-live!
Today, I walked out Cleveland Browns stadium with AJ and April, after another Browns defeat. And, as I kissed AJ and April goodbye, I felt the warmth of an angel on my shoulder. The cold suddenly went away. I was there with Marty’s boy at a Browns game! It warmed my heart. And, suddenly being a Cleveland Browns fan did not seem irrational or utter nonsense. It all had meaning.
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