I'm proud of my team dressed in brown and orange;

The city, no, the state that I call my home;

The perpetual losing, the continuous booing, all is so close to my heart;

While others may laugh at this team on my back;

Where they see crap, I see art.

On Sundays I sit, with my phone and computer, checking my fantasy scores;

I say to myself, "We're winning today", when in fact I am not really sure;

"It's only a game", I always say whenever my team comes up short,

But inside I know, that isn't true, when the Browns are your team, and football your sport.