Everywhere I go these days my Browns gear elicits uncomfortable mockery.
Having grown on Cleveland’s east side (my family moved from Virginia at the end of 1972), if someone saw a Browns jersey with Pruitt, Sipe, Alzado or Kosar on it back then, a conversation would inevitably start up about recent wins or the possibility of being included in the upcoming playoffs.
Not anymore – not since the Browns unenviable rebirth in 1999.
It’s been tough wearing the old orange and brown since then, especially if you find yourself living far from Cleveland and the sweet comfort of other true believers.