Dan and I had the good fortune to land in a loge yesterday for the Browns game. What a game! We rarely sat, our hands hurt from clapping and at least one member of our party had little left of his voice by the end of the game.
It was a gorgeous day for football and so nice to have something to cheer about.
We meandered through the Flats and the municipal lots past hundreds of tail-gaters, inhaling the smell of beer, barbecue and cigarettes, dodged more than our share of cornhole games and high-fived a colorful (literally) assortment of fans young and old, big and small, male and female.
Cleveland deserved the win, the beautiful day and the fun-filled atmosphere.
Now if only our Bay Rockets can do the same this Friday night. It's T-minus two weeks and counting until Ryan gets the go / no-go on returning to full practice after the collarbone mishap.