---This post was written in proof that smartie and I are now officially and old married couple. I'm not taking it down. I swear I started first.
So, 4-0 in the Brad Johnson era. Go ahead and say it. Everyone else keeps pointing it out to me. And yes, I hate it. I hate that I'm rooting for Brad Johnson. But I'm slowing starting to come around.
Yesterday, after the first drive that ended in the field goal, I caught myself turning to smartie and saying, "Well, that's okay. We really just came to watch the defense, anyway." Word I never ever thought would come out of my mouth. Then again, I never thought I would find myself madly cheering with the rest of the crowd when they did player introductions and Sharper came on the field. I swore I'd never root for him, either.
How odd it must have been for Brian Russell to come on the field to play against his old team and realize there wasn't a single player out there that he had played with. Okay, maybe McKinnie, but I think that was it.
The highlight of yesterday was in the fourth quarter, when a man came back with a Sharper jersey. He made his friend take off his Browns jersey in disgust and put on the new one, while the entire section applauded. Other fans began dressing him in beads and bracelets. It was a nice moment.
So, okay. I'll cheer for Johnson a little. I'm even trying to not yell "Johnson, you suck!" as much. But I still miss Daunte. I miss being excited when the offense is on the field.