I can root for a bad team, but not a stupid team.
The Cleveland Browns, ever since they returned, have been bad. But over the past decade they've been stupid- so many failed draft picks, so many poor decisions, so many poor characters. I still think that Mike Holmgren was trying to intentionally destroy the team- what else can you do to explain his decisions?
And they've got a new front office- Sashi Brown and Paul DePodesta- but after being burned so often, I'm waiting for competency before I go back to being a fan. For now, I'm casually rooting for other teams- last year it was the Carolina Panthers. This year... not sure yet; might be Arizona.
But, on paper, I really like the trade down from #2 to #8 with Philadelphia. I didn't think Carson Wentz or Jared Goff was a franchise Quarterback, and they have so many holes that I think they should not worry about QB and just draft the best player available for now. Wait until you have some decent players, then worry about the QB.
So, they have #8- what do I want the Browns to do? Some thoughts...
Trade down? Sure- if it's a good deal.
Joey Bosa? I've seen just enough red flags and enough comments about not fitting with the Browns' defense scheme that I'd rather not draft him.
Ezekiel Elliot? Ugh- Running Backs have such a short lifespan that I hate getting one on such a rebuilding team.
Jalen Ramsey/Vernon Hargreaves? Both good players, both fill a need. I'm happy here.
Laremy Runsil/Ronnie Stanley? The one player the Browns have is LT Joe Thomas. After losing a lot of their line through free agency, this is the basically rebuilding the line. I don't hate the idea, but I'd rather see...
DeForest Buckner? The Browns have een awful against the run- he would solve that hole.
Myles Jack? This is going full Philadelphia 76ers- drafting an injured player who might not play this year. Never go full 76ers.
Patrick Lynch? If the Browns do this, I'll be pissed. If you want a QB, take the QB at #2.
We'll see what happens on Thursday. And see if the Browns get one step closer to getting my support again.
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Smokey
"Let's get a cat."
My brother Brian had moved in with me in early 2000, and his suggestion was to get a cat.
Which- our family had always been a dog family. We had a German Shepherd (Snafu), a Black Lab (Midnight), two Siberian Huskies (Shadow and Zinny)... yes, we technically one cat- but she treated us with disdain.
But we lived in half of a duplex in Lakewood, and there was no room for a dog. So we went to the Cleveland Animal Protective League, and picked up a Domestic Shorthair. She wasn't my first choice- she wasn't Brian's first choice- but she was the only one we could agree on.
Then we couldn't agree on a name at all- I think he wanted to name her Rudy, and I wanted Mystery. We finally settled on Smokey (or Smoky- never could figure out the proper spelling). I hadn't wanted a cat, but Brian did... why not?
Two weeks later, Brian wasn't that interested in having a cat. But I was hooked. Smokey liked to hop up and let me pet her, even though she was shy around everyone else.
Fast forward ten months. An online friend was visiting from Boston. I tried to warn her that Smokey was shy, and "... you might not even see her while you're here."
An hour later, Smokey was sitting on her stomach, purring. At that point, I pretty much had to marry Katie- my cat approved of her,
More than me, in fact. I'd been replaced as the only tolerable human in Smokey's life. But they needed each other. When Katie was down, Smokey was there for here.
About five years ago, we brought another cat into the house- Pippin. Twice Smokey's size, the single friendliest cat I've ever met. And the most doglike cat I've ever met. Smokey can't stand Pippin- which makes Pippin even try harder to be more friendly.
But this past week, Smokey has been lethargic. And not eating. And today we went to the vet, and... she has fluid in his stomach, and a low count red blood cells. The prognosis isn't good- we're giving her Prednisolone, but the medicine won't cure her- just give her energy, allow her to eat, and prolong her life for some time.
The medicine seems to be working- she's sat in both of our laps, and seems much more energetic.
They say All Dogs Go To Heaven. It won't be Heaven unless Cats are there to.
My brother Brian had moved in with me in early 2000, and his suggestion was to get a cat.
Which- our family had always been a dog family. We had a German Shepherd (Snafu), a Black Lab (Midnight), two Siberian Huskies (Shadow and Zinny)... yes, we technically one cat- but she treated us with disdain.
But we lived in half of a duplex in Lakewood, and there was no room for a dog. So we went to the Cleveland Animal Protective League, and picked up a Domestic Shorthair. She wasn't my first choice- she wasn't Brian's first choice- but she was the only one we could agree on.
Then we couldn't agree on a name at all- I think he wanted to name her Rudy, and I wanted Mystery. We finally settled on Smokey (or Smoky- never could figure out the proper spelling). I hadn't wanted a cat, but Brian did... why not?
Two weeks later, Brian wasn't that interested in having a cat. But I was hooked. Smokey liked to hop up and let me pet her, even though she was shy around everyone else.
Fast forward ten months. An online friend was visiting from Boston. I tried to warn her that Smokey was shy, and "... you might not even see her while you're here."
An hour later, Smokey was sitting on her stomach, purring. At that point, I pretty much had to marry Katie- my cat approved of her,
More than me, in fact. I'd been replaced as the only tolerable human in Smokey's life. But they needed each other. When Katie was down, Smokey was there for here.
About five years ago, we brought another cat into the house- Pippin. Twice Smokey's size, the single friendliest cat I've ever met. And the most doglike cat I've ever met. Smokey can't stand Pippin- which makes Pippin even try harder to be more friendly.
But this past week, Smokey has been lethargic. And not eating. And today we went to the vet, and... she has fluid in his stomach, and a low count red blood cells. The prognosis isn't good- we're giving her Prednisolone, but the medicine won't cure her- just give her energy, allow her to eat, and prolong her life for some time.
The medicine seems to be working- she's sat in both of our laps, and seems much more energetic.
They say All Dogs Go To Heaven. It won't be Heaven unless Cats are there to.
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