It’s been said that you only get one chance to make a first impression. If that is true, then James Haslam struck gold in his first weekend as new owner of the Cleveland Browns.
From his arrival at practice on Friday, where the media breathlessly reported that he wore a Cleveland Browns T-shirt (are we really that needy as fans that something like that is important?); to his press conference on Friday afternoon, where the same media were enthralled because Haslam stood up while talking and wore a Browns tie (see previous comment about the T-shirt) it has been a non-stop love fest for our new NFL overlord from Tennessee.
Judging from his comments at the press conference, Haslam did his homework and hit on all the sensitive points among the fan base, almost as if he were working off a check list.


If you’re going to suck, suck historically. If you’re going to lose, lose in record-setting fashion. Any collection of stiffs, humps and mediocre ball players could have probably won at least a game or two in Kansas City, Minnesota and Detroit, but this collection of stiffs, humps and mediocre ballplayers, put together by men who truly understand mediocrity, well, they went to great lengths to at least do something that no collection of Cleveland stiffs, humps and mediocre ball players (and there have been hundreds in my lifetime alone) has ever done in the 112 year history of the team: they went 0-9 on this recent road trip and they earned every single loss honestly.
The suffocating disappointments of the past 20 years have left Cleveland Browns fans relatively numb to most things. Another starter blows out his achilles in training camp? “Oh well.” A cartoonish truck-stop tycoon named Jimmy buys the franchise a month before the season starts? “Mmkay.” But when the Browns’ new owner left the door open to changing the team’s famously minimalist uniforms, the fan base was suddenly stirred from its trance. “He wouldn’t put a logo on the helmet, would he?!” we gasped in a collective, hysterical panic. “Not the helmets!” we repeated to no one in particular, collapsing slowly into a fetal position. “Please, not the helmets!”
Now that the instantaneous “Whatchoo talkin’ ‘bout Willis?” reaction to the news of the Browns being sold has passed and the knee-jerk predictions of who will lose what job and how this is either the best or worst thing to ever happen in our lives, I think we’re at a point where we can actually sit back and intelligently marinade the possibilities.
In part one of “A Dawg’s Eye” I talked about some of the things I would be looking for at training camp when I watched the offense, and in part two we’ll be taking a look at the defense. Anyone who watched the 2011 Browns season would already know that the defense under HC Pat Shurmur and DC Dick Jauron far outperformed the offense, and the story of the defense during training camp will probably be about taking the next step as a unit. 