So I’m from Cleveland. While not raised in Cleveland, I was born here and it was always the city that I considered my own. My parents were both born and raised Clevelanders, with much of my family still in the area. Needless to say, I have also always been a Cleveland sports fan. There are countless pictures of me as a child dressed in Indians garb from head to toe...including a Chief Wahoo face tattoo and high red socks, as Thome was my favorite person in the entire world (yes, him coming back to Cleveland made me jump up and down and clap my hands like a small child).
In addition to my obsession with all things Indians and baseball season, I also love the Browns in an unhealthy way that only other Browns fans can understand. Is there any better way to spend a Sunday afternoon cheering for the Browns? And by cheering, I mean screaming obscenities, while feeling like I might have a heart attack because HOLY SHIT THERE IS ONE MINUTE LEFT IN THE GAME DON’T BLOW THIS!
And as any proud Browns fan, I hate the Steelers. This was only magnified by my time in college. At Ohio U, there is a wide mix of the Browns, Bengals and Steelers fans. Every Sunday, Court street would be as busy as the night before while everyone piled into the bars to cheer for their team.
What enforced my hatred of all things black and yellow however was my freshman year. I happened to live in the hall with at least 6 Pittsburgh-ians (would Pittsburgh-ites sound better?). And while these girls were and still are some of the best people I have met in the entire world and I love them to death- we will NEVER see eye to eye on our professional sports teams. Sunday nights would roll around, the Browns likely had lost (a record of 6-10 that year...so could have been worse), and all the Steelers fans would gather in the room at the end of the hall way and scream and yell their way into the night.
On a Sunday night. In the dorm with paper thin walls. When I would be frantically trying to catch up on the homework I didn’t do that weekend. Quite often, hungover. And exhausted.The last thing I was in the mood for was listening to them. So once again...did NOT like the Steelers.
Thankfully, I have managed to pass down my love of the Brownies to my 8 month old niece. You may say she has no idea what is going on...but I will prove you wrong. See, my sister-in-laws mother is a Steelers fan, as is a large part of their family. However, my niece was born in Cleveland, has a Cleveland Browns loving father and aunt (plus I’m her godmother- that has to count for something!) and has bright red hair- so she looks much cuter in brown and orange. Fact.
She also has a little Steelers outfit. The first time she wore it, she pooped in it. The 2nd time- she screamed until we took her out of it. Yep, she hates the Steelers too.
In addition to my obsession with all things Indians and baseball season, I also love the Browns in an unhealthy way that only other Browns fans can understand. Is there any better way to spend a Sunday afternoon cheering for the Browns? And by cheering, I mean screaming obscenities, while feeling like I might have a heart attack because HOLY SHIT THERE IS ONE MINUTE LEFT IN THE GAME DON’T BLOW THIS!
And as any proud Browns fan, I hate the Steelers. This was only magnified by my time in college. At Ohio U, there is a wide mix of the Browns, Bengals and Steelers fans. Every Sunday, Court street would be as busy as the night before while everyone piled into the bars to cheer for their team.
What enforced my hatred of all things black and yellow however was my freshman year. I happened to live in the hall with at least 6 Pittsburgh-ians (would Pittsburgh-ites sound better?). And while these girls were and still are some of the best people I have met in the entire world and I love them to death- we will NEVER see eye to eye on our professional sports teams. Sunday nights would roll around, the Browns likely had lost (a record of 6-10 that year...so could have been worse), and all the Steelers fans would gather in the room at the end of the hall way and scream and yell their way into the night.
On a Sunday night. In the dorm with paper thin walls. When I would be frantically trying to catch up on the homework I didn’t do that weekend. Quite often, hungover. And exhausted.The last thing I was in the mood for was listening to them. So once again...did NOT like the Steelers.
Thankfully, I have managed to pass down my love of the Brownies to my 8 month old niece. You may say she has no idea what is going on...but I will prove you wrong. See, my sister-in-laws mother is a Steelers fan, as is a large part of their family. However, my niece was born in Cleveland, has a Cleveland Browns loving father and aunt (plus I’m her godmother- that has to count for something!) and has bright red hair- so she looks much cuter in brown and orange. Fact.
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She also has a little Steelers outfit. The first time she wore it, she pooped in it. The 2nd time- she screamed until we took her out of it. Yep, she hates the Steelers too.
