The Dawg Pound. An infamous location in the heart of Cleveland's First Energy Stadium.
How have I, a Browns fan and a Clevelander, never graced the Pound with my presence? It's true. I have never, ever, sat in the Dawg Pound.
Is it the stories of beer soaked hair, fist fights and black eyes, puke in hoodies, chest bumps and head bumps that deterred me? Probably.
Don't get me wrong I can party in the Muni Lot with the best of them, and thoroughly enjoy the complete debauchery of it all but--those stadium seats are much closer-- and the Dawg Pound is the Muni Lot compressed into a 20 x 20 row space with what seems like, little room for light or air.
This weekend, I broke the seal. Confessions of a CLE Habitant and I enjoyed a day of tailgating in The Pit followed by taking our seats in that glorious land that us Clevelanders so love.
What was it like? Not as bad as I thought. Totally fine actually. An enjoyable and fun experience with the best of Cleveland's fans! Were there a few crazies? Absolutely. Those people that you want to look at and yell "It's just a game!" But, would not dare utter those words in a sea of fans wh literally bleed Brown and Orange.
If I look back and reflect, the Dog Pound is everything this great city is.
A little crazy, a lot of fun and endlessly enduring.
Mimosas in The Pit--that's how we roll. Tailgating with friends & enemies. Our view.