A friend took this photo awhile back and unfortunately took until yesterday to show us.
If it’s national news when Jesus shows up in a bag of Cheetos or when his mom shows up on a tortilla, why isn’t it a much bigger deal when an enormous building moves to tell us that there is a god, it loves us in Cleveland, and wants us to have a sports page that written for someone other than lobotomized subprimates severely neurologically impaired eight-year-olds seahorses?
GLORY BE. Something upstairs is feeling our pain. Things are looking up around here.
Back shortly to talk about Brian Daboll and things. Really glad that everyone’s day is off to such a phenomenally auspicious start.





