There’s around a million unique ways you can love seat the Browns’ thud of a debut against the Titans.
The poet will point to perpetual darkness,and how the universe consistently finds an alternate way to draw a fanatic of this team not far off of expectation, just to sucker punch them, deny them of their keys and wallet and leave them stranded in the football desert.
The sluggish man, who wants to just think and talk in platitudes, will point to the idea that this team had a ton of “hype” coming in and that their star players likewise did things like interviews, commercials and public appearances—and everyone as a whole realize that players can’t enjoy themselves off the field and still be successful on it.
The football man will make a point about culture, and how one win some way or another solidifies the way that one team has taken care of their business in a more proper manner than the other.
Yet, a pragmatist may take a look at Sunday’s 43-13 misfortune and imagine that a considerable lot of the shortcomings exhibited by the Browns against Tennessee were things that were a worry heading into the regular season, in any case. The offensive line is a shaky spot, and their substitution level left tackle, Greg Robinson, was launched out from the game for kicking a rival in the head. They submitted punishments at a exhaustive pace, which is here and there the mark of a team with another, first-time head coach and a more youthful roster. They were constrained into a shocking pass-run proportion, which made covering this talented group of wideouts a lot simpler—particularly considering the way that Tennessee has a tremendous secondary.
The Browns were never going to promptly be the sort of curse-busting super team they willed them to be this offseason—not immediately, at any rate. On the off chance that you break separated our collective bullishness in this team into parts, the equation would look something like Strong Finish to 2018 + Maturation of Baker Mayfield + Addition of Odell Beckham, Sheldon Richardson and Olivier Vernon = Super Bowl. Let’s dive into that a little bit, though.
In the last five successes of 2018, Cleveland faced the destined Bengals twice, a Panthers team playing out the string with the shoulderless Cam Newton at quarterback, a spiraling Broncos team going to change head coaches and the 4–5 Falcons. There was an unavoidable lift on the grounds that the Browns disposed of one of the most internally toxic head coaches in late memory lastly opened up the playbook. There was a worked in bit of advantage in having Freddie Kitchens, who demonstrated to be a skilled play-caller with no reputation or tendencies for which defensive coordinators could plan. A portion of that preferred position is presently gone, as Kitchens is as yet calling plays and the team is running an offense that was used in Tampa Bay a year ago with the Buccaneers.
Include the way that Beckham is as yet reeling from hip damage that, by his own admission, leaves him like a car out of alignment, and that Mayfield’s certainty from a year prior avalanched into his comfort in moving about a pocket that was going to definitely be somewhat more trafficked. A significant number of the things that we got ridiculously excited up for appear to be somewhat more estimated now.
There’s a high likelihood that the Browns will be a good football team. Be that as it may, they were never going to be the team that the whole NFL world by and large constrained their most out of control minds on—in any event not immediately.