Marshawn Lattimore and Napoleon McCallum had nastier knee injuries.
Not that I want to see any player get injured, but why couldn’t it have been Watson, who is a human shitburger.
Fair enough, but me being the long-suffering Browns fan that I am, I can't help but feel like there was a symbolic quality to last night's game.
I mean, we opened with a pick-6, we lost our best player on offense, and we somehow managed to pry defeat from the jaws of victory.
New year, same old Browns.
But...what bums me out the most, is that it was the first (and probably last time this year) that I got to sit down with my 15-year-old to watch the game. Me and the kid settled on the couch at 7:30, and he was more engaged than he has been in months. An hour later, he was done and off to his room.
The Browns are under no obligation to win on my behalf, but seriously, guys!
One final anecdote and then I promise I'm done:
When my son was born a couple of years ago, the doctor had the Browns game on in the deliver.
I shit you not, the second my son appeared in this world, the browns literally coughed up the game (against the Steelers!!!). My little guy turned, looked at the television, and then began to cry his three-second-old little heart out.
Cosmic coincidence? Perhaps. But, I'm starting to feel like the sports gods have a personal bone to pick with me
