The struggles of my beloved football team have been well rehashed by every snarky bleacher report and sports genius. Which every male thinks he is and some females #metoo. So now that they have actually won a game or two (who can remember?) it doesn’t mask the fact that they are still keepin it Brownsy. Nothing comes easy in the Hardland. Including that terrible tag line which would make a great name for a gentleman’s club. Before I digress, I’m going to digress. Keeping it Brownsy should be in the Urban Dictionary. V.-when you can’t move past your reputation; N.-you are what your record says you are. (Don’t overthink those V’s and N’s. It’s a blogue remember.). Many Boomlennials approach life that way. This is who I am. This is what I do. And they get stuck. I don’t have to worry about winning. My game is my game. Which is great unless you’re Brownsy and then you need to step it up or end up in the dregs of mediocrity and boringnesdom. (Gosh I love a blogue.). Which brings me to the Suannee River. Which I bet you thought was spelled Swanee River like the Al Jolson song. Which has nothing to do with keepin it Brownsy but I heard on GMA that a hurricane might be headed that way and I had to do some reconnaissance to see where it was. And I’m not telling. Do your own research Beahch. Anyway, if I ever get another dog Swannee is his name. I have lofty goals. Which brings me to fruity essence. Which has nothing to do with rivers but I liked how it sounded and don’t really think that cute little phrase could be poisoning sparkling water media be damned. Which makes me think that perhaps I have had too much coffee this morning and am basking in the glow of a Brown’s victory and beautiful fall weather. Which is ok but I was just going to start counting all the times I used the word which, which is way too Brownsy for a #brilliantBoomlennial #Brownsyisacutedognametoo