I think something in the cosmos have misaligned themselves. Accordingly, we've all woken to a bizarro universe where the Bengals function like a professional-caliber franchise and their players act like they know it.
Want to know the real kicker?
Browns fans have become apathetic to it, if not sympathetic and perhaps a bit jealous. No, really.
Make no mistake, that the Browns share a division with their sworn enemy, Pittsburgh, and pseudo former-selves, Baltimore, sharing geographical boundaries makes them an easier target to root for. But still, never thought I'd see the day where Cleveland fans show almost heartfelt desire to see the Bengals win games, in lieu of their own misery.
For three hours this upcoming Sunday, the 'pound will still be rabid and nasty toward the striped visitors. But should Cincinnati dismiss the Browns to an 0-4 start, I imagine you'll see a lot of temporary passengers on the bandwagon from North of I-70. Fancy that.
The Browns have (pauses for dramatic effect and to fully consider the ramifications of what I'm about to say)...become the 90's Bengals.
Yes, the Earth has tilted on its axis and the poles have turned upside down.
Reminds me of one of my favorite Seinfeld episodes. The Opposite.
George: Hey! I just found Twenty dollars! I tell you this, something is happening in my life. I did this opposite thing last night. Up was down, black was white, good was -
George: Day was...