The Cleveland Browns' monstrous offseason started so early that it gave them plenty of time to rev their own engines.
The players were getting bored and feeling dangerous. It was only a matter of time before they turned their attention to the rest of the league, twiddling their summer thumbs in GQ, questioning the Giants' draft strategy (?!) and crying, "Fake news!" at the drop of a hat.
Week 1 couldn't come soon enough. Surely, Baker Mayfield would prove his first full season replete with weapons would be worth Cleveland's while. Surely, Freddie Kitchens' reliance on the run and new offense would help open up lanes for OBJ and Jarvis Landry. Certainly, Odell's hip -- which he professed is as problematic as a misaligned car -- would just...work again. Well, folks...there's some work to do.
The Browns got mercilessly beaten on their home turf. Mayfield threw three picks, each successive one in a disastrous second half further raining dirt on his own personal "winner" narrative. A boisterous first drive meant to announce the Browns' arrival instead announced that this was as good as it was going to get.
And that second half. Ohhh, that second half. If any home team has ever made fewer adjustments in the proper direction, please slide into my DMs and let me know. This was a pantsing at the hands of a competent, intense defense, and more of the same for a fanbase in Berea that performed such a firm 180 in terms of confidence as to scare off the rest of the league from pity-following them.
Cleveland created all of their own questions this offseason by loudly declaring themselves ready ahead of schedule. Perhaps that "come at us" mentality is what was truly dangerous.