What's that?
My brother, who is a very nice brother, is a very big Cleveland Browns fan. This might seem odd since my dad and I are both Cincinnati Bengals fans. I asked Eric a while back why he liked the Browns instead of the Bengals, and he answered that it was because he wanted to be different, that he wanted to like a different team than the rest of the family.
And so he chose the Browns. Obviously that doesn't make too much of a big difference, considering both teams have endured long periods of crappy play.
Anyway, because the Bengals beat the Browns yesterday, Eric lost a bet with a friend who is a Cincy fan. Eric must now wear this friend's Bengals jersey to work.
To help out this friend of Eric's in enjoying the victorious bet, I give you this crappy quality photo of my brother and me at a very young age. It might take a little bit of squinting, but I'm sure you can figure out which team's helmet is on the jacket that my brother is wearing.
Who Dey, indeed.
My brother, who is a very nice brother, is a very big Cleveland Browns fan. This might seem odd since my dad and I are both Cincinnati Bengals fans. I asked Eric a while back why he liked the Browns instead of the Bengals, and he answered that it was because he wanted to be different, that he wanted to like a different team than the rest of the family.
And so he chose the Browns. Obviously that doesn't make too much of a big difference, considering both teams have endured long periods of crappy play.
Anyway, because the Bengals beat the Browns yesterday, Eric lost a bet with a friend who is a Cincy fan. Eric must now wear this friend's Bengals jersey to work.
To help out this friend of Eric's in enjoying the victorious bet, I give you this crappy quality photo of my brother and me at a very young age. It might take a little bit of squinting, but I'm sure you can figure out which team's helmet is on the jacket that my brother is wearing.
Who Dey, indeed.
3 Comments:
The Bengals "beat" the Browns yesterday? No, I think you need to use a stronger word there. Like "annihilated" or "bitch-slapped".
I think prison-raped is a properly descriptive term.
What Heather fails to mention, is I went to the darn game, too.
I remember this picture. I think mom has it somewhere in the house. This is shortly after we moved to Beavercreek. I'm about 9 and you're 5.
I was such a cute kid. What happened?
Gotta love those sibling rivalries.
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