At 32 years of age, it is definitely on my bucket list to see my favorite team of all time play in one of sports’ greatest spectacles, the Super Bowl. As I watched in the comfort of my own home on Super Bowl Sunday, I couldn’t help but wonder and imagine my Cleveland Browns playing for the Vince Lombardi trophy.
Like many of you, I was born and raised to bleed brown and orange. The only racism in my family was the hatred for that team east of us that wore yellow and black. I remember the exact location of where I was when Earnest Byner coughed up the football on the two yard line. As a young boy, tears streamed down my face as I watched on the motel television with rabbit ears at the Best Western in Cooperstown, NY. My step father was taking me to see the Baseball Hall of Fame the next day.
Before the power outage in Super Bowl XLVII, I imagined that it was my Browns that were the ones putting the whooping on the San Francisco 49ers. The irony is no matter what anyone says, that Baltimore Ravens team is of brown and orange descent. Honestly, when you think of Ozzie Newsome, do you picture a great football player donning an orange helmet with two brown stripes and one white stripe down the middle sporting a No. 82 jersey or do you picture an older man wearing a purple polo with a bird embroidered on the breast? For me, who as a little kid pretended to be the “Wizard of Oz” in my front yard, it’s the first one.
As Jacoby Jones sped by the 49ers’ defense on the opening kickoff in the second half, I imagined one of my favorite Browns’ returners doing that. Whether it be Gerald “Ice Cube” McNeil, Eric Metcalf, Josh Cribbs, or even Travis Benjamin, how great would have been to see it happen to one of my “dawgs”. I couldn’t help but wonder how loud the Super Bowl would be with crazed and excited Browns fans scattered in brotherhood. It would be a sight to see.
There is no doubt in my mind that one day I will be at the Super Bowl with my family watching my Brownies complete the difficult task of becoming World Champions. Say all you want about how terrible the Browns are and how we are the laughing stock of football. Our day is coming with orange and brown confetti flying. Yes, our day is coming.
Ryan Ruiz – Cleveland Browns Writer
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