SEATTLE 34, BROWNS 7

This most lopsided loss of the Butch Davis era was a true embarrassment.

The offense was downright anemic, with the longest play just 17 yards. The defense, the team’s supposed long suit, was no better, surrendering 463 yards. When Shaun Alexander sprung untouched through the line for the Seahawks’ final touchdown, it just punctuated an already punctured team psyche. The Browns’ sole score was a garbage-time gift by their punter.

I could dwell at length on how far off track this team is, but its performance yesterday spoke for itself. I could second-guess many of Davis’ choices, but I don’t even have the energy for it today. I could succumb to my anger and boycott the Browns for the rest of the year, but that runs contrary to my nature. I could look long and hard for a few bright spots, but even that would smack of hollow desperation. I could offer advice on what the team should do next, but they’re not listening. I could tie this game into the context of Browns history, comparing it to similar lay-downs in years past, but why bother wallowing so?

No, instead I think I’ll tune out for a few days, clear my head, and focus on a few real-world priorities. Soon enough, the Rams will be in town, the rare Monday night spotlight will shine on Cleveland, and we’ll see if this team has any heart left at all.