The Browns are to me what fat chicks are to Mark Grace — SlumpBusters. For those of you not familiar, the Cubs All-Star 1st Baseman had a sure fire way to break himself out of a dreaded slump. He would find the biggest broad in the bar and bang her like a screen door in a hurricane. He swore by it, even encouraged other teammates to do the same. And based on some of the Cubs teams of the 90’s, there must have been a whole lotta big girls gettin’ a whole bunch of lovin’.
The point is, the Browns are my slumpbuster. After another disasterours Sunday, I found myself scrapng the bottom of the barrel Monday evening, looking for anyway to salvage my week. And what did I find? The bloated, chubby cheeked, cottage cheesed, fat bottomed Cleveland Browns. The Dawgs, were just that, of the +11 1/2 point variety. And even though it seemed that everything I had touched the last two weeks had turned to mush, there was no way the Ravens wouldn’t cover. There was no way Cleveland was going to show up as anything other than the triple chined, thunder thighed chick at the end of the bar. And much like Mark Grace, I slapped that thigh and rode the wave right out of my slump.