As we struggle to survive another season with the new-era Browns, one way we can try to get through it (besides alcohol or heavy medication) is to look back at the best individual weeks of the Browns’ new era to remember times in recent memory when this particular week didn’t suck.
For as much as we hate driving in it, shoveling it, and generally dealing with it in any way, shape or form, snow has a tendency to make things special.
We dream of white Christmases. We pray for snow days. Showing our kids how to make snowballs and snow forts is more important than imbuing them with the family history.
Maybe it’s because the initial appearance of snow reminds us of being children ourselves, before we reached the point in our lives when a fresh layer of powder simply meant more work and more pains in the ass instead of sledding and snowmen.
Remember that moment in the middle of the morning of an otherwise ordinary day in elementary school when you glanced out the window and saw big, white fluffy flakes swirling through the sky? You’d give yourself epilepsy trying to stay in your seat until recess. You’d do the exact same thing on the playground you would have done anyway, but the whole experience would become genuinely special.