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November 17, 2015The Josh McCown era is over. The Browns have announced that Johnny Manziel will be under center for the season’s remaining six games of the 2015 season. It feels like the right move. It isn’t that McCown played badly. Au contraire; he was exceedingly competent in his six-plus games at the helm: Nearly 1,900 yards, 11 touchdowns, four interceptions, and he completed 65 percent of his passes. (There were also three fumbles, two of which were lost.) Were he ten years younger, he might still have the starting job. But he’s 36 years old, and that matters. The Browns owe it to themselves to figure out if Johnny is worth hanging on to. If he is, great. If he isn’t, let’s have another spin on the roulette wheel.
But I first want to take a moment to remember Josh McCown. He ain’t dead, and we may well see him play again this season — or next; he’s under contract through 2017 — but for all intents and purposes his time as Browns starter has come to a close. He moves on to his next life as a nameplate on the quarterback jersey and a trivia answer at your local ale house.
He deserves a bit better than that, however. Numbers and performance aside, Josh McCown took to his role as veteran caretaker as well as anyone could have hoped. He spoke like a team-first guy time and again, and he actually seemed to mean it. He had no delusions, no compulsion to be the guy. He understood when fans rooted for his backup. Even (some of) his mistakes were endearing. While his dive-turned-fumblecopter against the Jets was ill-advised for any number of reasons, it’s hard not to pull for a guy who treats the first game of the season like the Super Bowl.
I don’t think there was ever a way that the Browns were going to pull off a winning season. In that case, I’m glad they had a well-mannered professional for at least half the year. Josh made things fun. Josh was a grown up. In his own special way, Josh was the right man for the job, for this team and this season. None of these are pure compliments, but some of them are at least back-handed ones. It felt like Josh McCown fit in with the Browns, which reminded me of Sam Elliott’s narration at the beginning of The Big Lebowski.
A gently edited version to fit the McCown-Browns experience:
…I’ll tell you what — after seeing
Los Angelesthe Cleveland Browns, and this herestory I’mseason that’s about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d see in any of them other places. And in English, too. So I can die with a smile on my face, without feelin’ like the good Lord gypped me. Now this here story I’m about to unfold took place back in theearly ’90smid 2010s — just about the time of our conflict withSaddam and the IraqisISIS.I only mention it because sometimes there’s a man…I won’t say a hero, ’cause what’s a hero? But sometimes, there’s a man — and I’m talkin’ about
the DudeJosh McCown here. Sometimes, there’s a man, well, he’s the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that’sthe DudeJosh McCown,in Los Angeleswith the Cleveland Browns. And even if he’sa lazy manan also-ran — andthe DudeMcCown was most certainly that; quite possibly thelaziest in Los Angeles Countyalso-rannest in Browns history, which would place him high in the runnin’ forlaziestalso-rannest worldwide.But sometimes there’s a man…sometimes, there’s a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But… aw, hell. I’ve done introduced him enough.
Part of why McCown was the man for his time and place was his very fallibility. For all the pipe dreams about getting a true Pro Bowl quarterback on the Browns (“true” in this case meaning “not Derek Anderson”), the prospect is kinda frightening. You can’t drive a Chevy Nova for 15 years and suddenly hop behind the wheel of a McLaren. It would be too much of a shock to the system. The ups and downs of Josh McCown were fitting. His time coming to a close brought another scene to mind: Ray Cole’s wake from Season 3 of The Wire.
(The video sadly does not allow for embedding, so I point you to this link if you’re not familiar with the scene.)
We are
policeBrowns fans. So no lies between us. He wasn’t the greatestdetectivequarterback, and he wasn’t the worst. He putdownup some goodcasesgames and he dogged a few bad ones. But the motherfucker had his moments, yes he fucking did. You remember theMississippi extradition, the arson murdersRavens game, the 457 yards? He brought thatcasegame home. And the triple?At the after hours over on Hudson StreetThe 1,154 yards in three games? That wasRay ColeJosh McCown at his best. AndFayette Street, ’93; the drug warsthe Jets game, Week 1; the helicopter. Hetookattacked a lot of hot cornerbacks and cooled them. Yes indeed.He won as much as he lost — as much as any of us.
Did he piss off a wife or three? No fuckin’ doubt. I think the last one actually kinda got used to him, thank god. Did he say the wrong shit now and then? Did he bust balls and cheat on his taxes and forget to call his mother and fuck the wrong broad for the wrong fuckin’ reason every now and then? Who fuckin’ doesn’t? Christ.Was he as full of shit as every other sad sack motherfucker wearing abadge of Baltimore City Policeuniform of the Cleveland Browns? Abso-fuckin-lutely. His shit was as rank as ours, no question. ButRay ColeJosh McCown stood with us. All of us. InBaltimoreCleveland. Working. Sharing a dark corner of the American football experiment.He was called. He served. He is counted. To
Old King ColeJosh McCown.
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Yeah well… that’s just like.. your opinion, man.
i , for one , tip my hat to mccown …
If Snot McCown always lost the game, why’d you let him play?
Got to. This Cleveland, man.
F*ck it Dude, lets go bowling