Ok, so I'm a Cleveland Browns fan. I bleed brown and orange. It's a sickness we Clevelanders like to call... well, there's actaully not a name for it, but it must be a sickness, because no one in their right (healthy) mind would take beating after beating, season after season, and come back for more. But we do.
So... before I headed home for a week of vacation - and by "vacation," I mean 30mph winds, six inches of snow, periods of rain and hail - a co-worker/friend of mine offered a friendly wager.
Steve Knight is a HUGE Denver Broncos fan. Don't think he's ever lived there, just likes rooting for a team that plays on a field a million miles across the country. Whatever.
So, Mr. Knight has frequently noticed the small plastic Browns helmet I keep on top of my computer (he has a Broncos helmet in his posession as well). And, he knew I was heading home. And, he knew I was Browns fan... AND he knew the Broncos were playing Cleveland while I was home. Friendly wager? Sure. Helmet rights on the desk of the loser.
To the loser in a minute...
First off, I scored AWESOME seats to the game (and at the last minute, mind you). 45 yard line, 5th row - right behind the Broncos. Perfect for yelling at them - er, I mean, welcoming them to our town!! The weather was cold, but I had my hot cocoa, my hot dog, my brown gloves, my annoyingly orange (yet trendy!) sweater, and I was in heaven. I stayed the entire game - to the end - to the VERY end. Til right after we lost.
So, as I write this blog entry, I'm staring up at that darn Broncos helmet. But that's ok. I'll always have the memory of the game - win or lose, it was a good one!!! And I'll have my orange helmet back up there in a week. :-)
