Chapter 1: All Eyes On Me
The air is cold and crisp as an orange flame of light is just barely visible in the sleepy town of Berea. As the downtown bank clock's bright red numbers change to read 5:01, across town at 76 Lou Groza Blvd a lone light radiates through the foggy darkness. Inside the walls and down the hall the source of the light beams out from an office. A small, orange plexiglass plaque reads "Beaux Bryant General Manager". A black leather office chair faces away from the doorway towards the expansive window that covers the back of the office. The occupant of the chair dressed in a brown polo, khaki dress pants, and black shined shoes stares intently out of the glass that overlooks manicured grass turf below. In the haunting light of the morning, the congregation of dew that has taken up residence on the field in the night is awakened by the encroaching ball of light making its way from behind the horizon, illuminating sparkles off the droplets like camera flashes. Darkness fades from the wall of the building as doors creak open and shut, shoes squeak, heels click, lights begin to buzz, and light chatter fills the once dead air.
A light tap on the door frame followed by a "Mr. Bryant?". Snaps the entranced man back from the solitary of his thoughts. "Yes!" Bryant belts as he feverishly whips the chair around to address the figure in the doorway. A woman in her maybe late thirties with shoulder-length brown hair, and a blue dress stands in the doorway holding an orange binder with a thin brown line running down the front right of it. "Hh-hi, Mr. Bryant I'm Donna. Donna Podolak, I'm your Executive Assistant. Mr. Haslam and the other execs are down in the conference room if you would like to follow me". "Absolutely!" Bryant answers as he rises from his chair and veers left out of the door into the bustling hall of employees and telephone rings, and follows Ms. Podolak down the hall. The two snake through a labyrinth of doors and hallways matching each other's pace. Ms. Podolak slows as she passes a room with a window that spans the length of the room with a glass door at the end, a table congregation of people encircle a table inside. She stops to opens the door and smiles handing the binder in her left arm to Beaux, "Welcome to the Cleveland Browns Mr. Bryant!" she adds releasing the binder to him and walking back down the hall.
"Beaux great to see you!" Jimmy Haslam, Owner of the Cleveland Browns, proclaims from his chair at the end of the table. Beaux takes a seat at the opposite end of the long rectangular glass table. Haslam begins to point to each of the seated staff members with small white and black nameplates in front of each of them, "Beaux this is Chris Cooper Director Football Administration, Ted Tywang Director Legal Affairs, Andrew Berry and Ken Kovash Vice Presidents Player Personnel, Joe Sheehan Head Athletic Trainer, Phil Dangerfield Vice President Operations,.." he continues around the table until he has formally introduced Bryant to each. "Nice to meet you all." Beaux responded pleasantly. "I just wanted to give you an opportunity to see and meet the staff. We are a team and we are going to all need one another throughout the season so now is the time to set the tone for the season". The group continues their meeting for about an hour taking football, life, and other friendly banter.
Beaux had just touched the top of his chair back in his office after the meeting to begin looking over the binder Ms. Podolak had given him when he heard his door close behind him. "Umm...Beaux can I talk to you for a minute?" the man at the door said hesitantly, turning to face Bryant revealing himself as Mr. Haslam. "Sure, Mr. Haslam what is it"? Beaux remarked perplexed, gesturing Haslam towards a brown couch in the corner of his office. Mr. Haslam let out a sigh as he set back on the leather couch and crosses his right leg over his left revealing his grey socks underneath his black pants. "Well, Beaux I know it's a touchy topic and it's your first day in. But, well we need to address the elephant in the room. Hue was brought here and I believed he could turn this franchise around and he has done some good. But I'm not sure if I want to keep him on going forward with you and the new management". Beaux took a seat in an armchair in front of the couch, slightly taken aback by Mr. Haslam's statement. "I looked over the team record last night and how the team has progressed and regressed over Hue's time. I think he has done a good job amassing picks to build the team, but picks are no good if you don't hit on them. Garrett and Njoku did have decent years, but we really need to find a franchise guy at quarterback. We will continue to wallow in mediocrity until we do". Mr. Haslam uncrossed his legs planting both feet on the floor and leaning up towards Beaux slightly annoyed, "Beaux" he responded sternly, "I know what the team did last year! I was the owner! I want to know can you work with Hue and do you think he can lead the team you build"? Beaux, feeling his palms begin to perspire on to the leather of the arm of the chair under his hand,"I'm sure we could make it work". Mr. Haslam grinned, slightly as to offer acceptance of Beaux's response, and leaned back again on the couch. "Say I did decide to move on from Hue. At this stage what options are out there"? Beaux lets out a nervous chuckle as he compiles a mental list of top possible candidates. Well: Frank Reich in Philly has done a really good job with Carson and the Eagles did win the SuperBowl, also Matt LaFleur has done a great job with the Rams and Jerod Goff. He also helped make RGIII(Haslam snears) look like a stud and Matt Ryan an MVP. Teryl Austin in DET is one of the best minds in the league". Haslam leans forward and waves to halt Bryant. He stares out of the window behind Bryant for a few moment then sorrowfully chuckles, "You know when I bought the Browns I thought it would be an easy fix. Just out with the old, and the new would change the culture. I just want to hoist that trophy for the city and make the Browns a respected franchise, but here we are at 0-16 and our fans are throwing parades for our failure". With that Haslam put his hands on his knees and rises to his feet, and Beaux rises in accord. Haslam makes a slow stroll for the door and grasp for the handle. As he turns the handle and opens the door he bows his head and then slowly raises it to Beaux. "Let's move forward". Beaux stands stunned as the words hit him like a linebacker. "Don't worry I'll handle Hue and the media. You get me a list by Friday and we will set up interviews for next Monday. Sound good'? "Yy-yeah, sounds good.' the words come out like a waterfall off the edge of his mouth.
Beaux feeling suddenly mentally drained turns his chair towards the window and sits down reflecting on the morning's proceedings, staring out over the treetops at the rising sun and sees a small flower at the base of a tree, a single spot of color among the vastness of white on the ground and feels a sense of warmth in his stomach. "All eyes on you Beaux." he puffs and spins his chair to open the binder on his desk.