What do you do? You listen to dead men sing and run endlessly and dream of lost brothers. You might still say "Araby" is your favorite short story but the truth is that "Araby" was the last short story you read, and it'd probably the next thing you read if you had to consider the short story genre. And meanwhile haven't you noticed? The Browns are _winning_.
At some point we all come to terms with the fact that there are other, more pressing, interesting, rewarding things in life than following the Cleveland Browns. That doesn't make you a less fanatical Browns fan. On the contrary, it makes you perhaps more compulsive; you perfect the art of the disinterested glance at the sports ticker. You develop ninja mind control that allows you to Tivo games and reliably avoid all game knowledge until speedily watching hours later. You absorb losses and return to dinner with the in-laws and work on Monday morning and are seemingly unaffected... at least until about Tuesday afternoon when you realize you're still thinking about the dropped pass, the missed block, the blown opportunity. You are the anonymi. The silent minority. The guy who cares despite not caring for the crap, the prices, the wasted time...
You told anyone who would listen and who you cared to tell that Anderson was the only QB who could scare a defense. You felt good that the 2006 offseason was sweet even though it blew up in our faces. You liked Winslow when he got braces, because he got braces. You didn't expect much. In fact, it was more entertaining wondering when the same newspaper storylines would repeat themselves.
But no f'n way did it seem like 5-3 was in our future. The Cavs and Tribe heading deep into the postseason, sure, but the Browns? I guess you never know. Especially you, cause you don't park it in the muni lot 8 Sundays a year.