This is a personal memory for me.
During the Monday Night game against the Bills, I sat in the Boston Browns Backers local pub. Since I am an intern in Boston, it was the only place I could go to meet up with Browns fans and watch a game.
Toward the beginning of the season, I went with a sense of pride of being a Browns fan and watching a game with a bar full of similar people.
As the season wore on, I watched the crowd dwindle each week and grew discouraged by the attitude of those who had given up hope.
Walking into the bar that night, I was one of four people who were there to see the game.
I almost gave up myself.
Then a funny thing happened.
The game started, and the four of us started talking about our memories of the Browns growing up.
We didn't really care what was happening on the screen, we knew it didn't matter much if they won or lost, but we kept watching and didn't let it get to us when the Browns did something stupid.
We just sat and enjoyed each other's company and were rewarded with an amazing running touchdown by Harrison.
It turned out to be the last offensive TD we would see all season, but it didn't matter, because I remembered why I'm a Browns fan: The good people around me, not the players on the field.
I'd rather forget the whole thing ever happened.
Monday Night game versus the Giants.
My brother and I stood practically the whole game screaming our lungs out and had a big eruption when Eric Wright picked off Eli Manning and took it back for a touchdown.
It was awesome!
After the game was over, people where chanting, giving each other high fives on their way out of the stadium. It was a great feeling.
What will stick with me the most, possibly forever, is the utter disappointment that followed all the hype heading into 2008.
I’ve never looked forward to a season more than this one, and I’ve never seen a more pathetic display both on and off the field.
As diehard Browns fans, we should have known better.
Six games without a touchdown to end the season.
It's not a good memory, and it will certainly leave a bad taste in everyone's mouth until next year, but it is the one that will stick around.
Phil Dawson’s game-winning field goals.
The Monday Night 35–14 rout of the New York Giants. The only game we saw where the Browns looked like they were supposed to.
Big Shaun Rogers sucking oxygen on the sideline.
The Monday Night beatdown of the defending NFL Champion New York Giants. For one night, the Browns were the best team in football.
To me, it is not really one moment in time. It is the idea of untapped potential.
Braylon and his Butterfinger hands may be the poster boy for this idea, but it was not just him.
The whole team underachieved, or at least I think they did. Or maybe they vastly overachieved last season.
In any case, there was enough talent on this team to be around .500 and they didn't do it, and it was horrifyingly bad.