Hey there, let me tell ya about this Browns score thing. It’s like watchin’ chickens try to play cards, I tell ya. One minute they up, next minute they down, just like my old rooster tryin’ to stand on one leg.
Now, I heard some folks talkin’ ’bout some game, Broncos somethin’ or other, and our Browns. Seems like our boys lost that one. 41 to 32, they said. Lordy, that’s a beatin’. Like when my husband chased that goose for Sunday dinner. That goose won, I tell ya. Just like those Broncos beat the Browns. 497 yards? That’s further than I can walk in a month!
Then there was talk ’bout some other fellers, Texans, I think. Well, the Browns got whipped good there too, 14 to 45, it was. Like a fox in the henhouse, those Texans were. Poor Browns didn’t stand a chance. Just like my hens when that fox gets in, feathers flyin’ everywhere. Just a big mess.
7-5, they was sayin’. What’s that mean? Like winnin’ 7 chickens and losin’ 5? Or maybe eggs? I don’t rightly know, but it don’t sound too good. Playoffs? Is that like when the grandkids play in the mud? Sounds messy, that’s for sure.
And then, those Steelers, oh boy, they always gettin’ into somethin’. 27-14, another loss for the Browns. Like tryin’ to catch a greased pig, it is. Just can’t get a hold of a win. They’re 3-10 now. Three wins and ten losses. That ain’t good.
Red zone? What in tarnation is that? Sounds like where my husband keeps his moonshine, and that ain’t no place for no football game, I’ll tell ya. Two field goals missed, they said. Just like my old dog tryin’ to catch a squirrel, just couldn’t quite get it. The Browns score was bad.
- They lost to the Broncos, 41 to 32.
- They lost to the Texans, 14 to 45.
- They lost to the Steelers, 27 to 14.
- They missed two field goals.
- They only won 3 games this season.
This whole Browns score thing is more confusing than a one-legged cat tryin’ to bury its business in a frozen field. They gotta do better, these Browns. Gotta get some wins. Otherwise, it’s gonna be a long, cold winter, colder than a well-digger’s backside, I tell ya.
These Steelers, they’ve been beatin’ the Browns for years. Like an old married couple fightin’, they are. 82 to 64 wins, and somethin’ about playoffs 3 times. Sounds like a whole lot of fuss over a ball.
All I know is, this Browns score ain’t been good. They need to score more points, and the other teams, they need to score less. It ain’t rocket surgery, as my grandson says. Just gotta get that ball across that line more than the other fellers.
Now, I ain’t no expert on this football thing. I’m just sayin’ what I hear. But even I can see that these Browns score numbers ain’t what they should be. They need to get their act together. Like puttin’ socks on a rooster, it ain’t easy, but they gotta do it.
I hope they do better next time. I really do. It’s hard seein’ ’em lose all the time. Like watchin’ a cow try to climb a tree, it just ain’t right. They need some help, these Browns. Maybe they need a good home-cooked meal, or a good kick in the pants. Or maybe both.
Well, that’s all I got to say about this Browns score business. It’s more complicated than a soup sandwich, but I hope I made some sense of it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go chase that darn rooster out of my garden again. He’s worse than those Browns sometimes, I swear.
They played some more games after those ones I just told ya about. And wouldn’t ya know it, those Browns, they went and lost a bunch more. I heard folks talkin’ ’bout it down at the feed store the other day. Seemed like every time I turned around, someone was sayin’ how the Browns score was another loss. It got so bad, I started thinkin’ maybe they should just take up knittin’ instead of playin’ football. At least then they might have somethin’ to show for all their efforts, even if it was just a lumpy scarf.
I remember one game, they played against a team called the Ravens. Now, I ain’t never seen a raven play football, but I reckon they must be pretty good at it, ’cause the Browns score that day was pitiful. They lost. It was like watchin’ a newborn calf try to stand up for the first time, all wobbly and unsure. They just couldn’t get their footing.
Then there was another game against a team with a name I can’t even pronounce. Started with a J, I think. Jaguars, maybe? Anyway, the Browns score in that one was no better. Lost again. It was like they were tryin’ to catch a greased pig at the county fair. Just couldn’t get a hold of that win, no matter how hard they tried.
And it kept goin’ like that, week after week. Loss after loss. The Browns score became a runnin’ joke around town. People would say, “Did you see the Browns score yesterday? Same as always!” And then they’d all laugh. It was a sad state of affairs, I tell ya. Like a hen that’s gone broody and won’t lay no eggs. Just sittin’ there, lookin’ miserable.
