Brothers. Please don’t lose any sleep, energy, or emotion over which shitty QB will or won’t play in a lost Browns season. Get out of the Matrix and realize that we have a joke of a franchise that’s force fed

Just as Charlie Brown & Snoopy invited their friends over for a tasty Thanksgiving feast of popcorn, jellybeans, and ice cream in November of 1973, The Golden Boy Farm & FunkyEngineThatCould invite 6 of the 17 “mathematically possible” remaining FFBMCO

Like a hungry Jason Voorhees on the Crystal Lake property, the trade deadline is bearing down our souls. And it happens to be Friday the 13th. 11:59 PM Pacific time is creeping it’s way closer and closer to our rosters.

Whether it’s living, breathing human opponents, or inanimate structures designed to be a barrier between spectators and the playing field, the Browns get beaten down. Why is daddy sad on Sunday? AMC FearFest is really giving us all a plethora