Dear Cleveland,
Tomorrow is the day. March 11, 2016. The day that half of us will dread and half of us can barely wait for. Our ironically beloved team is finally parting ways with Mr. Johnny Manziel, just after two seasons of drafting him in the first round. What a shame, and a waste of a draft pick. He could’ve had so much talent for this wayward, disheveled team. We even wanted to make this troubled, young man our franchise quarterback but sadly, he didn’t want our fame, our fortune, our legacy. And now we are back to square one. What will our franchise become from here? Because right now, it’s one big joke to the rest of the NFL. They laugh whenever they see the Cleveland Browns on their schedule. Cleveland, isn’t that embarrassing? Why can’t we win? The Browns should be something that people shudder at, shudder at the sound of the Dawg Pound and the cleats hitting the ground. But it’s not. First Energy Stadium is treated as one big circus top and it stinks. I want Cleveland to rise, just shock the rest of the country and prove everyone else wrong.
Hue Jackson and Sashi Brown could be one of our last hopes. Will they finally spend a draft pick wisely and help our offense? Can they clean up the horrendous mess that Ray Farmer has left us with empty-handed? All we have to hang onto right now is hope, the pride of our city. We need a leadership figure and Jackson and Brown need to step up to it. There’s nothing pushing us to these games except for the pride we take in our city. Even with the worst team in the NFL, we support our team and we never leave their side. Have you ever seen such a spirited set of fans for such a hopeless organization? We’ve survived, barely, but we have. Even through Red Right 88 and the Kardiac Kids Era we’ve survived. We just and need a leadership role. And hopefully getting a careless, undisciplined kid out of the quarterback position is the firststep in bettering this let down organization. We’ll move on and support, but don’t let us down another time. Please, please don’t let us down again.
Sincerely,
Mollee Ryan
Tomorrow is the day. March 11, 2016. The day that half of us will dread and half of us can barely wait for. Our ironically beloved team is finally parting ways with Mr. Johnny Manziel, just after two seasons of drafting him in the first round. What a shame, and a waste of a draft pick. He could’ve had so much talent for this wayward, disheveled team. We even wanted to make this troubled, young man our franchise quarterback but sadly, he didn’t want our fame, our fortune, our legacy. And now we are back to square one. What will our franchise become from here? Because right now, it’s one big joke to the rest of the NFL. They laugh whenever they see the Cleveland Browns on their schedule. Cleveland, isn’t that embarrassing? Why can’t we win? The Browns should be something that people shudder at, shudder at the sound of the Dawg Pound and the cleats hitting the ground. But it’s not. First Energy Stadium is treated as one big circus top and it stinks. I want Cleveland to rise, just shock the rest of the country and prove everyone else wrong.
Hue Jackson and Sashi Brown could be one of our last hopes. Will they finally spend a draft pick wisely and help our offense? Can they clean up the horrendous mess that Ray Farmer has left us with empty-handed? All we have to hang onto right now is hope, the pride of our city. We need a leadership figure and Jackson and Brown need to step up to it. There’s nothing pushing us to these games except for the pride we take in our city. Even with the worst team in the NFL, we support our team and we never leave their side. Have you ever seen such a spirited set of fans for such a hopeless organization? We’ve survived, barely, but we have. Even through Red Right 88 and the Kardiac Kids Era we’ve survived. We just and need a leadership role. And hopefully getting a careless, undisciplined kid out of the quarterback position is the firststep in bettering this let down organization. We’ll move on and support, but don’t let us down another time. Please, please don’t let us down again.
Sincerely,
Mollee Ryan