The Browns coach has a nickname, "Blunt Force Trauma". Nice. Pettine is intelligent, well-spoken, bald and kind of menacing looking. Nice. He speaks of ownership, accountability and learning from adversity. Nice. Too bad none of this translates to the team's on field performance. Its all an illusion.
There is a maddening disconnect from all the platitudes and self-help garbage and a team that self-destructs in every way imaginable at every opportunity.
Cleveland is a blue-collar town. We haven't been consistently competitive since the 80's. We have a hardcore work ethic. We believe in tradition. We love an underdog. We have had patience. We have survived heartbreak and loss. We deserve a winner. The time is past due.
We don't need a "up and coming" coordinator. We don't need a reclaimed retread, We need a proven winner. We need a head coach/GM so the personnel match the vision. We need a fiery leader that will call a spade a spade and bench ANYONE that isn't performing. We don't need a plan..we need results.
We need Bill Cowher.
There I said it. Let the laughter and howling begin. He STARTED as a backup linebacker for the Cleveland Browns...he is rough, he is nasty, he takes no prisoners. He is BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA for REAL. He also makes money without the stress of coaching in the NFL. A LOT of money. He wouldn't consider a return without total control of personnel decisions. So be it.
Haslam needs to break out that big checkbook and pay the man. Can you IMAGINE the rivalry with the Steelers if we got Cowher back? It would be heavenly. They would totally HATE it and we would become relevant almost instantly. The time is now...energize the fan base. Back up the Brinks truck to his door.
I'm in for the Chin.
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