As a good Clevelander, I had to go to a Browns' game before the season came to a close. So I luckily got tickets for the big one. The big kahuna of the Browns' season. Cleveland Browns vs. Pittsburg Steelers. Driving downtown you saw many wondrous sights. Men dressed as dogs, dogs dressed like football players, men dressed like women named Rita.... well you can see that most Cleveland days. Anyway, the streets were swarming with brown and orange clad youngsters and openly drunk adults at 1 in the afternoon. Pan handlers and men selling "Fuck Pittsburg" shirts were as far as the eye could see. Once you got to the stadium entrance there were lines for men and lines for women..... apparently now they frisk you before you can go into the stadium. FRISK you! I was shocked. SHOCKED. So I'm freezing my nips off out here and get some black guy's hand in my crotch. Good times good times... So once in the stadium, then it goes bad. I was only about 10-15 minutes late for the game, and we were down 2 touchdowns. 2. Count um. Not 0, not 1, but 2. Way to go Cleveland. You can Youtube the rest of the disgrace you can call that game. It was pitiful, by the third quarter the Steelers called in their second string quarterback... How humiliating. So, I left third quarter, couldn't take anymore. Got a McCoy jersey just for kicks. Cute kid. Great player? Nah, but cute kid. So the rivalry lives on and Cleveland fans lost one day of acting like smug assholes. In conclusion! ...um. Football.... requires very little skill.
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