This season, the luckiest Cleveland Browns fan in the world will be Scott Entsminger, because he’s dead.
Don’t worry, there’s no “too soon” on that one. I know Entsminger would appreciate the joke, because I read his obituary.
The 55-year-old resident of Mansfield, Ohio passed away on July 4, which kind of sucks because only in death did most of us learn how awesome he was.
The Browns were the thread that weaved through his life story between moments that were actually good, including his stint as guitarist for The Old Fogey Band. (We assume that was a good moment, because it sure sounds awesome).
Entsminger was a season-ticket holder who wrote a new song for the Browns every year and sent it to the team, though I feel the obit would specify if he was the one responsible for penning the hit “Bernie, Bernie.” (Listening to the song, you will hear what sounds like a young Peter Griffin singing back-up vocals)
Anyway, after spending far too much of his own money on the Browns over the decades, Entsminger got the last laugh with his dying request.
“He respectfully requests six Cleveland Browns pall bearers so the Browns can let him down one last time.”
It’s becoming the obit heard ’round the world — even my mom, who cares nothing about sports, e-mailed it to me — and that’s reflected in the sheer volume of people who have left comments in the guest book. A full six pages worth of people, mostly strangers who happen to share the affliction known as Browns affection, have left a comment to let the family know just how much Scott’s attitude resonated with them.
Here’s hoping he’s getting to hang with Otto Graham in the big Dawg Pound in the sky.