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Thursday, October 18, 2012 2:56 PM

So, the Cleveland Browns’ sale has been finalized for a billion bucks.
That leaves Mike Holmgrem, the latest savior of the woe-begotten franchise since its return in the late 20th century, out in the cold.
I understand the new owner‚ Jimmy Haslam III, wants his own guy in there (Joe Banner apparently is) but does it really make sense to start over again?
Was Holmgrem THAT “bad”?
Does this mean that should the Browns end up with the first pick in the National Football League draft in April, Geno Smith will be the top pick?
What would that mean for Brandon Weeden, the 29-year-old drafted this year to take over right away as the quarterback? Let’s face it, he wasn’t taken as a developmental guy!
Of course, everyone is saying the right things but if you’re a Cleveland Browns’ fan, what’s going through your head?
Here we go again?
Or is it hope springs eternal?
Either the guy is extremely brash/confident or dumb as a box of rocks — or a little bit of both.
I am referring to young — second-year — Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman talking trash to 3-time Super Bowl-winning (and future first-ballot Hall-of-Famer) quarterback Tom Brady all during the game with the New England Patriots Sunday at Quest Field, basically about how one guy couldn’t beat 11.
Mr. Cool may have lost his and responded to the youngster about who was going to win.
Sherman’s Seahawks ended up winning the game and they did meet up after the game; no one really ”knows” what words were exchanged but it probably doesn’t take a great imagination to figure that out.
OK, Mr. Sherman, you backed it up — this time. My thing is this: when you win three Super Bowls and have the success Mr. Brady has had — you are not Darrelle Revis, remember, and even Brady has had his share of success against that likely future Hall-of-Famer — through his career, then you have the “credence” to talk trash, though by then, you probably won’t feel the need to.
At some point, most figure out to let their play do ALL the shouting.
I’m not saying you need to lionize him or allow him to roll through you like a hot knife through butter but at the same time, have some respect for your fellow competitors.
Think if they ever meet again, Mr. Brady won’t be a little more motivated to make sure Mr. Sherman’s mouth stays shut?
The Internet is fun to search for interesting things to write about.
Take a video on YouTube about the NFL Network’s Ian Rapoport.
Prior to Sunday’s Packers-Texans game, he was discussing matters when an errant football smacked him in the face.
I can feel for that: when I cover soccer matches at the Annex and there is a small-kids match going on at the same time behind me, I have some paranoia about getting an orb in the back of my head — and probably flattening the sphere!
Mr. Rapoport handled it with humor. That’s a good reaction instead of some others that might have went berserko.
I have seen other reporters have similar events happen to them — especially soccer — and it’s funny; when it happens to them!
I was watching replays of when Derek Jeter broke his ankle Saturday night in game 1 of the ALCS and I cannot see where he really broke it.
It must have been planting it just “right” when he took off or coming down on it just wrong during the play — or both. He has played a tough and physically-demanding position — shortstop — for a zillion years now and it puts a lot of stress on those joints, especially at the age of 38.
I am no Yankees’ fan but he is a great player. I have read some bloggers and for the most part — outside of the one or two usual ... nincompoops — most have expressed sadness and hopes for him to come back.
If anyone can, he will.
Ray Lewis is also in that boat after the future first-ballot Hall-of-Famer (talk about a guy who really turned his life from the dark side from when he was younger, though he remains a ferocious competitor, as you have to be to play in the NFL) tore a pectoral muscle Saturday.
He’s 36 but has played a rough position (inside/middle linebacker) with Dick Butkus-like ferocity.
However, you just know he will come back eager to show he is not done in the game he loves.

 

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