We all knew this was coming.
We knew this season was going to be rough – perhaps not quite this rough, as evidenced by the Browns’ 0-9 record, but rough nonetheless.
Sunday’s 35-10 beatdown administered by the Dallas Cowboys seemed to bring all this to light even more than it already was.
Blame? Oh, yes, when things get bad, we all like to blame someone. It’s an American tradition.
Sometimes, though, we’re so anxious to blame someone – anyone – in an attempt to get all that angst out of our system, we blame the wrong people. Call it a rush to judgment.
That is what’s happening now with the Browns. The new guys – those in the current regime, the ones who inherited this colossal mess and are simply trying to fix it from the ground up, the way it should have been done years ago – are being mistakenly fingered as the villains.
No, the fault lies with all those who have gone before them in the expansion era dating back to that first season in 1999. You know the culprits, from Dwight Clark to Eric Mangini to Tom Heckert to Ray Farmer and everyone in between.
If you’re bound and determined to get mad at somebody about this, then let those people be on the receiving end.
But if the truth be told, your angry words will fall upon deaf ears. Those people don’t care because they got a lot of money to come here and, in many cases, even more to go away. So while they’re living in the lap of luxury, Browns fans are in the throes of depression.
Doesn’t seem right, or fair, does it?
No, it doesn’t.
