22 years ago today...

Forgive the fanboi looser in me: The Drive.

28 years ago last Sunday: Red Right 88

I was there for both (not to mention The Shot)... ugh.

Nothing to see here, all is well... move along.

* This pathetic whine is officially concluded *

 

IJAG just bought an RPG and doesn't know why.

 

Yes she does.

 

Motherf...
Old wounds never really heal.
And next week is the 21st anniversary of "The Fumble." Fucking Webster Slaughter.

 

Never quite understood some of the hoopla of this stuff. ...

The Drive only got the game into overtime, and the Browns won the coin toss.

The Fumble came on a play that would have only tied the game.

Red Right 88 came in the first round of the playoffs. The Browns would have had to travel to San Diego to face Fouts and Co. the next week. Yes, the Raiders beat SD, but that doesn't guarantee anything.

The Shot came in the first round of the playoffs. Chicago went on to lose to the Pistons and the Cavs would have, too.

When you never win, your close losses are probably more painful. But none of these is worth the hype.

If Cleveland fans want to piss and moan, do it about the 97 Series, when Mesa blew a ninth-inning lead in Game 7 (but even that is over-hyped, since the Indians led all seven games of the Series, and found ways to lose four of them).

 

Aaaaarghh!!!!!! Jose Mesa!!!!!!
You're killing me, Goldy!!!

 

Not to thread-jack, but next Monday is the seventh anniversary of the Tuck Rule game and this falls into the category of "get the f*** over it" as well. But, of course, when anything happens that favors the Patriots, this board goes into witch-hunting mode.

 

I guess you don't live in Cleveland, YOU LIVE IN CINCINNATI!

 

Easy, there, Coach Sam.

 

A. WTF does Slaughter have to do with the Fumble?

B. Shit. Colton, I was thinking about this last night, but kind of shut my mind off from it. Thanks.


Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

C. Goldeaston, anyone on here can tell you my long-lasting hatred of Jose Fucking Mesa (his official name). I was in my dorm room, watching it on TV, actually on the phone with my mom (another long-time Indians fan). I literally screamed. I hate that fat fuck.

 

He was supposed to block Castille. Instead, he took two or three steps from the line of scrimmage and just watched the play develop. Byner caught so much shit over the fumble for years, but it was Slaughter's fault. Never even put a mit on Castille.

 

Bullshit. Doesn't matter who hits Byner...if he's not carrying that thing away from his body like a goddamn loaf of bread, Terry Tate could have hit him and not knocked it loose.

Protect. The. Goddamn. Ball.