Hey, Cleveland Browns, happy Valentine’s Day.
Not to get weird, but I’ve had a crush on you since I was a kid.
You wouldn’t remember, but we met back when my dad got a job in Cleveland the fall of ’72.
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I was a sports-hungry seven-year-old boy, you were a good looking 10-4 Wild card team in the playoffs for the second year in a row.
And if I remember correctly, you were also fresh off a pair of Conference Championship appearances. Mmm. Dang, Browns, you were so freakin' hot back then.