I’m not talking about the Cleveland Browns football team here, even though they certainly are depressing. Except for the new stadium that the die hard football fans voted to pay $300 million for in 1995 (and which I’m probably still paying for even though I’ve never set foot in the place) they have diddly squat.
1995 was the year when the owner of the old Browns decided that the city of Cleveland wasn’t playing nice and announced that he and the team were skedaddling to Baltimore because THAT city knew how to treat a team, notwithstanding the fact that in 1983 the Baltimore Colts had come to the conclusion that Baltimore was treating them poorly, and they actually snuck out in the middle of the night to avoid the wrath of extremely angry fans, and headed to Indianapolis, because THAT city knew how to treat a team……..
And since our “new” Browns team has fallen to the bottom of the pack most of the years since they started from scratch in 1999, they do tend to cause one to become depressed. But that’s over for now.
I’m not talking about this depressing brown matter either. Although he’s pretending to try to cheer me up by his “king of the hill” antics ( king of the trellis this time), I know he’s really up there to get a better view to see where he can start digging to find all his hidden acorns. And dig he will, and dig and dig and dig.
The brown that I’m talking about is much less complicated than either of those. It’s this.
Brown grass, brown vines, dead brown annuals from last year, dead brown leaves still strewn about, etc…. wherever I point the camera, this is what I see.
But hey, it’s March 1st and the worst is behind us now and in a few weeks I expect to be typing a post titled “Whoo Hoo..Green”. Well, hopefully not quite that lame but something to that effect. I think I’ll like that one a lot more than I like this one. But I know that a few weeks from now I still won’t be liking the Cleveland Browns or the furry tailed big brown rat. It’s going to take a heck of a lot longer than that.