A Complete Waste of Space

Cleveland Browns GM Ray Farmer is in a dark, seedy hotel room. He's in a corner on the floor, tucked into a fetal position. There's an empty bottle of Tequila near his feet. His head is in his hands, he's crying. "Why does God hate the Cleveland Browns?" he's thinking.

I have to agree. Why does God hate the Cleveland Browns?

it's not that God hates the Browns. God hates Cleveland.

man, that does suck. An up-for-grabs division, the team has improved, and you lose your one real playmaker for a year.