Who let the C.H.U.D.S out-? Woof! Woof! Woof!

The id and I - "They're not staying down there, anymore!"

Wonder of wonders, the Cleveland Browns have actually snagged "a rising star" and a top-offensive coach from the ranks of one of the best offensive teams in the NFL: the San Diego Chargers.

According to Yahoo! Sports, the Browns have hired the former tight ends coach from the Chargers, Rob Chudzinski, as their new offensive coordinator.

Maybe "Chud" just got tired of working for a team that should have won the Super Bowl this year. And, more importantly, Marty Schottenheimer: Inventor of the "Prevent ...Offense." Or perhaps he just got tired of working for a coach - and a franchise - that got spanked by our favorite "hobo in a hoodie," Bill Belichick.

No doubt, Belichick has the best quarterback in football right now: Tom Brady. But it's hard to feel sorry for Marty and his "Super Chargers" after they lost a game they should have won to a guy who looks like the second-coming of "Sylvester the cat" - eating discarded fish bones off the top of a garbage pan lid for lunch.

When you are on a team that has the best running back in recent NFL history (LaDainian Tomlinson) and the best tight end (Antonio Gates) in football, it must make you want to make like Sylvester's son and put a paper bag over your head as you sigh: "Oh, father. I'm so ashamed!"

Or maybe Rob Chudzinski just LOVES Cleveland - and kudos to him!

Regardless, as a "Live Free or Die Hard" fan of the Cleveland Browns, this is a bit of good news to be sure. It's refreshing to see Phil ("North Coast Opie") Savage actually do something productive as general manager, for once, rather than spending his time bashing the fans of the Brownies and their "woe is me" mentality.

Woe is us, Phil Savage-? Woe is YOU if you continue to field a "professional" football team that couldn't beat the Richmond Heights Spartans in a scrimmage - and expect the hard-working folks of Cleveland to pay for it!

I'd like to sing your praises next season, Phil Savage, with a resounding chorus of "Who Let The Dawgs Out!" - I really would. But just like Mr. Bookman, the "Book Detective" from Seinfeld: "Rock was never my bag."

So, instead, I'll reserve my hard-earned cash (usually put aside for Browns' tickets) and pour it into a pitcher of Blue Moon Belgian Ale as I sit back and watch to see if your organization truly has the "smarts" to acquire quarterback Brady Quinn in this year's NFL draft.

If not, I guess this little blog-o-crap I write in Cleveland will go unheard by "the-powers-that-be," simply stating like Homer Simpson: "...and that's when the C.H.U.D.S got me."

But here's hoping that the Cleveland Browns and their collective "brain trust" don't continue to drag their highly-deserving fan base down into the sewer with them...