I suspect this will NOT age well. I was raised on sports, starting at age 5, and played on varsity teams into college. As long ago as it was, my sense of seasons aligned with the sports calendar. Until now.

The attendance increase for today's game was enough to use my season tickets. What's the worst that could happen? Nevermind. So ... THIS was planned for a week - but now feels VERY weird. And awkward.

Cleveland. Home of the 2021 NFL Draft. Internationally renowned Art and History museums. One of the world's best orchestras. Largest theatre district outside NYC. Pioneers in science, medicine, industry, technology ...

(b) The other day "kid me" cried about curses. While old enough to have seen misery at Municipal Stadium - I'm not old enough to have seen glory. BUT "adult me" paid for 0-16 and gave "kid me" something to really cry about.

Yay, this should be fun. High winds, rain and barely 50 degrees tonight. Backup QB, RBs and an MIA punter. Not to mention all the other injuries. My in-game tweets may sound like a eulogy. For the season. Um. Go Browns?

Should I root for the barely Buckeye city on the river? No. I want the "greatest turkey event" in Super Bowl history! Side question. While parts of the episode did not age well - was this the best scene in sitcom history?

When I was an emotional mess of a teen I would stay up all night watching TV movies and playing solitaire. My philosophical debate has always been – why do we play a hand we know we can’t win. And? I still have no answer.

Happy 2016! Would I trade another one-win Browns season for another Guardians trip to the World Series? Perhaps. As long as it isn't followed by a zero-win season. Again. Hmm. Actually. Upon further review. I will make that Faustian bargain. Welp. Hello, and welcome to Cleveland, Mr. Applegate ...