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Title:
On being Brown : what it means to be a Cleveland Browns fan
Author:
Huler, Scott.
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Publication Information:
Cleveland, Ohio : Gray & Company Publishers, 1999.
Physical Description:
183 pages : illustrations ; 20 cm
Language:
English
ISBN:
9781886228313

9781886228368
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Book

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Central Library GV956.C6 H85 1999 Adult Non-Fiction Central Closed Stacks
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Summary

Summary

What is this madness all about? Anyone who has experienced it knows: being a Cleveland Browns fan is just different.

Why are we the only fans in the nation who ever demanded their team back--and got it? Why did three seasons without football fail even to dampen the enthusiasm? Why have we endured years of heartache (The Fumble, The Drive, "Red Right 88" . . .) yet grown ever more attached to the experience?

These 33 essays hold the answer. Scott Huler's nostalgic memoirs, and his interviews with Browns legends and other fans, uncover those essential, special elements of shared experience that define what being a Browns fan has meant for us all.

It's about pride. It's about desire, tempered by crushing disappointment. It's about tradition, and learning how to root for the home team at your father's side. It's about rivalry and electrifying victory. It's about longing--for a return to past championships, for future glory. It's about heart. It's about all that, and much more.

This odyssey takes Browns fans back to some wonderful places. It revives some truly heartbreaking moments. And it looks to the future with great hope. If you're Brown, you'll enjoy the ride.


Excerpts

Excerpts

Brown

Brown is the color of my true love's . . .

Start, naturally enough, with the ground. The ground on the field of Cleveland Municipal Stadium is as brown as dry, dead leaves, as brown as any ground has a right to be, as brown as any ground on which men play professional sports. On sunny days it is a yellow, sandy brown, but the first time I ever see it, during a dispirited 6-2 Browns loss to the Dallas Cowboys, it is a wet, muddy brown in a thick stripe down the middle of the field. The game is longtime coach Blanton Collier's final home game, and the uneventful loss means more than I have any way of knowing at the time. Collier is the last man to guide the Browns to a championship, but to me this means little; I am only 10, and I know nothing of history. And this is, after all, the first time we meet.

Brown is the color of the milky coffee that my father pours out of his thermos, steaming into the damp November air, and sips to warm up. At home coffee is a bitter beverage, objectionable to my young tastes; at the stadium, coffee bespeaks halftime, the closeness of my father and my uncle, a momentary lessening of the tremendous pressure that fills the stadium while the game is in progress. The small, acrid coffee aroma mingles with the other rich stadium smells--of beer, of hot dogs, of liquor, of men's breath. Above all, the coffee is brown.

Brown is the color of the crowd--a stadium Browns game is the first place that I experience the feeling of being in a crowd comprising many black people. To me they seem friendly, gentle, supportive in a deep, resonant way. They are brown; Jim Brown, something of a god in our household, is brown; the team is named the Browns. It all seems to go together in some inexplicable, mystical way, and I envy these brown people their more obvious identification with the team. In the distance, on the other side of the stadium, the crowd, a mixture of brown and white faces, gray and brown overcoats, and the white vapor of condensing breath, is the color of the coffee that comes out of my dad's thermos, and so the crowd becomes in memory warm and steamy as well.

Brown is the color of the unfamiliar downtown buildings we pass as we drive in to the game, always arriving a half hour before kickoff. Brown is the color of the factories we can see in the distance under the low gray clouds beyond the bleachers. Brown is the color of the leaves by the side of the road, the mud at the schoolyard where my brother and I pretend we are football players. Brown is the color of autumn.

Brown is the color of my true love.

[Excerpted from On Being Brown, © Scott Huler. All rights reserved. Gray & Company, Publishers.]

Excerpted from On Being Brown: What It Means to Be a Cleveland Browns Fan by Scott Huler All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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