It comes with great pain that The Cornercube must
report that it has received, after over a year of being an active and thriving
publication, its first “hate mail.” As The
Cornercube prides itself on full
transparency and disclosure to its loyal readers, we have printed the editorial
comments so that the readers, themselves, can be the judges of journalistic
truth.
“It is not the critic
who counts…The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose
face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly…who, at
worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place
shall never be with those cold timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.”
– Teedie, Manhattan, New York, New York.
This letter should be dissected piece by piece and actually,
believe it or not, the editorial compliments this week’s installment of the 2019 Browns’ Chronicles!
This publication is bathed in factual analysis but was
birthed and derived out of fandom for the Cleveland Browns. Fans, short for
“fanatics”, are what create sports, any sport, entertainment. It could be
argued that without fans there isn’t sport, but rather just a “game.” In
professional sports, and major college athletics (division I football and men’s
basketball) the coaches are paid by their market value and that is derived strictly
by level of fandom that that sport is able to raise. So, in a way, Teedie, the
fan actually puts the most risk into any sport and has the potential to lose
the most, yet gain the least.
According to TicketCity
and CBS Sports the average ticket to Super Bowl LI (i.e.– Super Bowl 51)
was $4,744. So, although the fan saw his Patriots win the Super Bowl, it was at
a personal loss of nearly $5,000. In 2019 the Patriots, the victors in the last
Super Bowl, each walked
away with $118,000 (before taxes), while the losing Rams each walked away
with $59,000 (before taxes) just for appearing. In 2017 (Super Bowl LI) the fan’s
$5,000 loss excludes additional costs for food, lodging and travel. That fan is
arguably willing to trade $10,000 just to see his team win the Super Bowl and enjoy
temporary bragging rights. At least the Patriot fans in attendance walked away
with bragging rights while on the other hand the Atlanta Falcons’ fans walked
away with nothing except short a few thousand dollars and witnessed their team
be the victim of the greatest comeback in Super Bowl history. It seems that
many would consider a fan willing to lose $10,000 for something that isn’t
guaranteed as “actually in the arena.”
The Browns Sunday night game against the Los Angeles Rams
was, as the readers know, a loss. It was brutal because it was as though the
game was played in slow motion. The offense looked anemic, again, while the
defense played quite well especially with a completely injured backside
defense. The offensive line looked just
as horrible, if not worse, than in its previous two games. Freddie Kitchens’
play calling, surprisingly, reached to new heights of stupidity. In the Rams’ RedZone,
knocking on the goal line, with all three of their timeouts and the Browns
chose to throw it on all four downs. On fourth down, with the field shrinking, Brown’s
QB Baker Mayfield threw a pick. Why Kitchens elected not to give the ball to
his best player the whole game, running back Nick Chubb, is inexcusable,
especially having time outs to burn. Perhaps if this example doesn’t make all
Browns’ fans throw their arms up in disgust, then possibly Kitchens electing to
run vertical passing routes, instead of running or throwing quick routes when
the offense is within its own five-yard line, would.
As reported in the last installment, Freddie Kitchen’s
recipe for a successful offense is quick passes and a steady run diet. Due to
the lack of consistent offensive line pass protection, it makes no sense in
trying to develop deep passes only to have Baker Mayfield fleeing for his life
and either getting hit, throwing a pick, or taking a sack. Even Cris
Collinsworth, who was commentating during the game, kept stating that the
Browns have luck on offense when Baker throws his pass within two seconds from
the snap of the ball.
Teedie, the Browns faithful criticize these mistakes and
miscues because although our bodies may not be lathered in sweaty spandex,
stinky jock straps, orange Gatorade and our brains aren’t pumped full of pain
killers, our faces too are “marred by dust and sweat and blood.” It’s just that
our dust, sweat and blood come in the form of screams of agony, buckets of
fried food, the steady smell of Miller Lite laden breath, and the occasional
bar stool fart (It happens. Don’t sit there like you haven’t experienced it.). Sure,
the fan has the option of not watching the game, but then that wouldn’t be a
Browns’ fan. It would be a Cincinnati
Bengals’ fan.
Each Sunday, the Browns’ fans place their vulnerability on
the line. They are willing to have that vulnerability in the form of hope,
pride, and faith be trampled, massacred, embarrassed, in ways some people
couldn’t even think possible – The Fumble, The Drive, The Move, The Defeated
Season, Hugh Jackson, Johnny Manziel, and the list goes on. The Browns fans
know what it is like to fail and we fail “while daring greatly” because that’s
what it takes to be a Browns fan.
To be a Browns fan one must be able to unequivocally,
without hesitation step into the “arena,” for the chances that your face will
be bloodied, covered in dust and eventually fail is extremely likely. Nevertheless,
it is on those occasions, like this past Sunday, when those barstool farts, Miller
Lite drinking Sundays pay off; when the Browns take revenge on the team which
caused much of their heartache – the Baltimore Ravens. The Ravens were out
manned, out gunned, and out played in their own stadium. The short passes
worked, the run game held, the defense did what they have always done, and the
Browns, players, fans, coaches, covered in blood, marred in dust came out victorious.
The CornerCube is
not a publication that seeks to demean or constantly complain about players,
coaches, or front office personnel of the Cleveland Browns (although with the
Browns, it is quite easy to find mounds of material). The CornerCube is to speak for the greatest, yet least thought of
warrior in the arena – the faithful, fans who make the Cleveland Browns, the
Cleveland Browns.
Onto San Francisco!