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August 2007 - Posts

  • Kamerion Wimbley's forearm scares man to death

    The excitement of the Browns first preseason game was doused in tragedy for the Polanski family, as their beloved 'Uncle Richard' died suddenly in the 1st quarter of action.

    Watching from the comfort of the home in Old Brooklyn, the Polanski's were abuzz with anticipatory football glee.

    "We were all just so excited.  Everyone kept saying 'Thank God football's finally here."  Recalled a teary eyed Sharon Polanski, wife of Tom.

    The buzz was to be killed, literally, by the amazing play-making skills of the Browns linebacker.

    "Well, we invited Uncle Rich over because he's been so lonely over there ever since Aunt Gertrude died.  Poor guy, first his wife explodes in a freak gardening accident, now this."  Tom , Richard's nephew.

    The Polanski's just purchased a brand new big screen HDTV with surround sound, which may have created a "too realistic" football experience for the old timer.

    Apparently Uncle Richard had just finished eating his Pierogies & Basa, when he turned to watch the play that did him in.

    Little Mikey Polanski tried to give us some play by play;

    "The Chiefs snapped the ball and Kamerion went into his classic Nimbley Wimbley duck and f*&%.  That's what my dad calls it, because Kamerion ducks down really low, then pops up and f*%$s up the offensive play."  (At this point Sharon Polanski scolded Mikey for the foul language and glared at her husband who shrugged sheepishly)

    "Kamerion Wimbley killed my great uncle, awesome!"

    From what this writer could gather, (after Mikey was sent to his room for cursing) Uncle Richard was watching a replay of Wimbley on the first defensive series, when a close up of Kamerion's Flexor muscles conjured an old war flashback.

    The old Uncle then yelled out "PANTHER!" and died.

    "He fought in Nam.  The only real action he saw was when he was attacked by a black panther near the Mekong Delta.  I guess KW's pass rush reminded him of the attack."

    An email from Browns GM Phil Savage issued an apology on Mr. Wimbley's behalf.

    While our prayers go out to the Polanski family, we are extremely excited about Kamerion's continual development and ability to scare the bejesus out of people.

    We apologize that his freakish forearm muscles ignite such fear in people that their hearts stop.  Maybe we'll add a disclaimer to his jersey.......nah.

    But really, ya'll laughed and scoffed when I drafted him, now he has 5 kills under his belt.  Bunkley?  Ngata?  Please.

    Yours,
    Phil "If it weren't for me, ya'll would be f&*^ed" Savage


    Donations to the Polanski family can be sent to:
    The OBR Headquarters
    c/o The Church of Our Beloved Browns

  • God Hates Pittsburgh: An Exclusive Interview

    In the rarest of interviews, Mike sits down with God Almighty to talk about Brown's football past and present, beer, life in general, and hot chicks.  Here is a transcript of the shenanigans that ensued.

    MB- First and foremost, thanks for the interview, I realize you're the busiest guy.....well, ever.

    God- Not a prob Mike, got everything set on cruise control, should be fine for a bit.

    MB- And also, thanks for creating beer.....and boobs, seriously.

    God- (laughs) You know it brother!

    MB- I know you're a huge Browns fan, but no offense, I can't help but question your loyalty with the recent failures on top of a history riddled with such tremendous heart break.

    God- No offense taken. Rest assured, I AM a die hard Browns fan, it's just things have been a little busy around here, and I haven't had my heart 100% into the game since Sata...er...Modell took the team away.

    MB- WAIT! WHAT?  You said "Satan...er....Modell"

    God- No I didn't.

    MB- Yes, you DID!

    God- I said " Sata"

    MB- Modell IS Satan.  I knew it!

    God - *sigh* Not exactly, but he does work for that asshole.

    MB- Explain.

    God- Uhhh...I don't know.....

    MB- PLEASE!

    God- ....ah..what the hell, here it goes. 

    Modell is a total pain in my God ass, body jumping Demon from hell.  When Hitler died, the Demon within him leapt into Modell's then 20 year old body.  By the time I figured him out, he inexplicably moved the Browns to the big VD.  That son of a bitch.

    MB- Wow, this explains...so much.  But that bastard still owes us a Superbowl.

    God- Soon enough Mike, soon enough.

    MB- How Soon?

    God- Soon

    MB- Not good enough God, I need to know when!  Who's the coach?  Who's our QB?  Do we win on a Phil Dawson field goal or on a sweet, sweet fullback Vickers Moflickers option?  Is LeCharles playing? Is...

    God- Whoa, WHOA!  Chill out Mike.  You know I can't answer future questions, it may kill us all.

    MB- Harumph.

    God- Oh stop pouting, just enjoy the ride.

    MB-(inaudible cursing)

    God- I heard that!  I'm sorry I couldn't stop him, I told you why.  Look, think of it this way: you lost 3 years of your life, while Modell will burn for eternity.  (chuckles) That's a really long time.  And it's no Club Med down there.  I've seen it.  It's like standing in a never ending check-in line at Laguardia Airport in the middle of the Sahara times a 1,000 with no water, food, provisions, while constantly being prodding and whipped with searing iron rods/whips by pretty much the scariest beings imaginable, listening to Celine Dion at full decibel blast For-ev-er. 

    MB- Well played God

    God - You wanna bump it?

    (I bumped the rock with God, sweet)

    MB- You had nothing to do with Byner's fumble, right?

    God- Nope. Satan again, part of the Elway to Hell deal.  If you watch the reply through an infrared lens, you can actually see Lucifer himself punch that ball out.

    MB- So you had nothing to do with horseface's emergence?

    God- Uhh...no way dude.  There's a legitimate contract for that man's soul downstairs.

    MB- Why did you let the Steelers win the Superbowl in 06'?

    God - I didn't, the refs did.

    MB- What about their 70's victories?

    God- All Steroids. Hello!  McFly!  I hate Pittsburgh, why would I want them to win?  Speaking of steroids, is Ryan Tucker retarded?

    MB- I know right? 

    God- Dumb ass

    MB- How's Elvis?

    God- Chubby, obnoxious, but also a Browns fan and  I love that dumb bastard.

    MB- Where's Bin Laden?

    God- Driving a gypsy cab in Jersey.

    MB- Best portrayal of you in a film.

    God- Hmm. M Python's Holy Grail, or Big Lebowski.

    MB- Lebowski was about you?

    God- Duh, I'm the Dude, man.

    MB- Favorite current player?

    God- Kamerion Wimbley

    MB- Did you try to kill Big Ben?

    God- Yes

    MB- Why?

    God- Because I hate him.

    MB- Hottest chick in the world?

    God- Sophia Loren

    MB- Ugh, she's like 94.

    God- I like em' old.

    MB- Favorite Beer?

    God- What day is it?

    MB- Friday.

    God- Pick a month.

    MB- Umm, October.

    God- What time is it?

    MB- Time? Six..pm.

    God- Pabst Blue Ribbon

    MB- Really?

    God- Are you questioning God?

    MB- When is Jesus coming back?

    God- He already has.

    MB- Really? When, where?

    God- A while back, The Q, # 23.

    MB- OH MY YOU!

    MB- Alright God, here's a biggie.  Who will start this year Anderson, Frye or Quinn?

    God- You had to get me started on this.  While I won't answer a future question, I will relieve my undesirable contempt towards the current QB situation in Berea.  The Browns have yet to learn from past mistakes when dealing with quarterbacks.  Don't get me wrong, they made the right, aggressive move in getting Quinn, cause if they hadn't, there would be no hope for the future.  The set back from this move was the inability to find a decent veteran QB.  I understand there was slim pickens out there, but the importance of the tutelage  of a  young QB from the wise veteran cannot be overstated. 

    Calling Charlie Frye a veteran is like saying Glen Close is an attractive, doable option. 
    The only thing he will teach Quinn is what it looks like when a meth addict tries to stay in the pocket when Dwight Freeney, dressed as a NARC, is speed rushing around the corner.

    We have two fairly proven-to-be-bad quarterbacks vying for the #1 spot, while the rookie hope plays with his dumbbells  in Arizona. 

    Ken Dorsey is equivalent to Todd Philcox, and should only wear the shoulder pads in a white two piece suit while attending an 80's Miami Vice party.

    Ultimately, it all hinges on the first game.  It is a must win contest for the Browns.  If they lose against the newly coached Steampitts, Quinn will be starting be game 4-6.  If by some miracle Frye/Anderson beats them, then we'll be in our comfort zone.

    MB- Comfort Zone?

    God- If there's a place the Cleveland Fans know better than a two-way QB controversy, it's a menage-a-tois of QB controversy.

    MB- Wow, good stuff God.  Thanks again for stopping by, it's been a real pleasure.

    God- No prob

    MB-Hey, Wait! God?

    God- Yeah?

    MB- Where's Hoffa?

    God- New Castle, Pennsylvania.

    MB- Poor schmuck.

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