2019 Browns Chronicles: Week 3 & 4

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!