As Hurricaine (err, I guess its just Tropical Storm) Ernesto rolls into town, I've noticed that a couple more predictions are up. I say hah to all of them. Lots of people expecting the Colts to win it all. Don't we remember anything about Peyton Manning's well-earned role as choke extraordinaire?
But, predictions don't matter. Training camp doesn't matter. Preseason games don't matter.
The only thing that matters is that 8 days, 21 hours, 42 minutes, and 48 seconds from now, I will have a beer in my hand, and the Browns season will begin.
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