Flop teams 14, Flop-ponents: 73.
Yea, it was a weekend of woe.
The Browns' bed-shitting against the Steelers no less, was an annual rite of passage. Although having a Pittsburgher IM me on Sunday and say (approximately):
IrnCty07: As a Pgh native, it is my birthright to rub this one in your face.
Flop: Thanks, but aren't yins' rubbin' elbows getting tired?
IrnCity07: Well, you'd think, but it's still fun.
So what to make of all this? Well, my hopes for the rest of the season ride on a true freshman, albeit one who spent his summer as an intern with the European Space Agency, tossing supplies up to the International Space Station; as well as this guy.
So, um, yeah. I would say it can't get worse, but it always can. I'm just glad the Indians aren't sucking, and that I've got lots of booze and Lost DVDs (on loan from the permanent collection of one Mr. Crime P. Notes.)