Getting a good feeling
When the National Football League realized its mistake in
permitting the venerable Cleveland Browns franchise to move to Baltimore in 1996 and
allowed the city to reenter the league in 1999, one of the sport’s greatest
fans bases in sports rejoiced.
Football was back where it belonged. Back where passion and
emotion made the sport the No. 1 topic of conversation 12 months a year. The
three-year absence made the heart grow even fonder.
That passion has been tested severely – sometimes
maddeningly, often times brutally – in the 19 seasons since that joyous day when the NFL
announced football was returning to Cleveland.
Losing football, the likes of which hasn’t been seen in the
league for too long a time, became a constant on the lakefront. Year after
year, season after season, optimism reigned on opening day only to disappear by
midseason, if not sooner.
Next year became next year became next year until it became
apparent the constant losing wasn’t going away. It became a withering annual journey
into misery and disappointment.
Front offices came and went. Frustrated fans, looking to
glom onto anything that was different from what had preceded it, blindly put
their faith in whomever the dysfunctional ownership chose to seek a new
direction.
The team meandered aimlessly in the desert of desolation on
an annual basis. Losing became commonplace. It was, in fact, expected as
Cleveland became the perennial laughingstock of the NFL, taking up almost
permanent residence in the basement.
That once passionate, emotional Cleveland fan base began
shrinking. The only things that changed from year to year were the names and
faces of the players. Losing was the only constant.
Now we embark on year 20 of the resurrection and for the
first time since that inaugural expansion season all those years ago, I am
experiencing a strange feeling. It’s strange because it is filled with
optimism.
The realist in me finally sees a Cleveland Browns football
team this year with more talent than probably since they were the old Cleveland
Browns a generation ago. It sure looks like the beginning of a turnaround.
I am a pessimist by nature. My glass is always half empty. But
I have that feeling about this team after General Manager John Dorsey reimaged
it with some savvy moves.
Still not crazy about his selecting quarterback Baker
Mayfield with the top overall pick in the last college draft, though. But
Mayfield most likely won’t see the field this year, anyway, so that doesn’t
color my thinking.
All that talent needs now is a good head coach. And that is
where my optimism stumbles somewhat. Not a Hue Jackson fan at all, which
shouldn’t come as a surprise.
We know he can’t coach a team with a roster whose talent
quotient arguably was the worst in the league the last two seasons. This
season, he will not have the luxury of leaning on that excuse.
I get the feeing he will be awarded little latitude with
this front office this season. Dorsey knows this is a far better football team
than it was seven months ago and will not tolerate a slow start out of the
gate.
This is now a football team that needs to hear a different
voice calling the shots. Not someone dragging along the reputation of a loser
as a head coach.
I’m still trying (and failing) to understand Jimmy Haslam
III’s rationale for bringing Jackson back. The hope here is he doesn’t screw it
up so badly in the first month that it would be difficult to recover.
Nevertheless, my optimism remains. It’s not the kind of
optimism that envisions a .500 season, which would be borderline remarkable
after last season’s winless efforts. But the competitive level of the 2018
Browns will be exponentially higher.
If nothing else, this season will serve as a springboard for
– and fuel – the comeback the great fans of this franchise have dreamed of for
20 years.
For the first time in two decades, I finally feel it in my
aging bones.