As in my previous post (the final countdown) I stated that I was planning to take up running so I can run the Cleveland Marathon when I turn 40. Last Saturday, August 26 I ran my 1st 5k and I couldn’t be any happier with the results. Especially after only training for 10 weeks.

The race I ran was a benefit for ovarian cancer research (OROC). Having a daughter (and wife) makes me more aware of women’s issues I think and really glad the timing to run my first race coincided with this great cause.

Next up on my platter is a 10k called the MidTown Cleveland HealthLine Classic.

Of course with the wife she is never too far away from her camera (ugh, my gut!).

I’ve been a Browns fan my whole life. I remember being at a bar when the message scrolled along the bottom of the screen during a game against the Bills that the weasel of an owner was moving the team to Baltimore. The hush that filled the room at first was quickly turned into many a colorful loud metaphors. Our Browns were being taken from us just like that. Soon after we learned we would still have the Browns (in name), but as an expansion team. Well, we all know how the past ten years have gone so I will not speak to that.

Below is a joke sent to me that I just had to share since I think it represents how frustrating our team has become (again). I say again because I remember a time before Bernie Bernie days came when people would call my team the Clowns. Sigh. Ten years is way too long to endure a lifeless pulse of a team losing profusely. Where our cry is “there’s always next year.” This is not the Cleveland Browns I know and loved. We’re a joke and sadly this joke sums up how bad it is.

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A guy walks into a bar wearing a Cleveland Browns jersey and carrying a cat that also has a Browns jersey on, along with a little Browns helmet on his head. The guy says to the bartender, “Can my cat and I watch the Browns game here? My TV at home is broken and we always watch the game together.”

The bartender replies, “Well, normally cats wouldn’t be allowed in the bar, but it’s not very busy in here right now, so you and the cat can sit at the end of the bar. If there’s any trouble with you or the cat, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” The guy agrees and he and the cat start watching the game.

Pretty soon the Browns kick a field goal and the excited cat jumps up on the bar and walks down the bar, giving everyone a high five. The bartender says, “Hey, that’s pretty cool! What does he do for a touchdown?” The guy answers, “I don’t know, I’ve only had him for 2 years.”