Y’all want a crack at a Super Bowl trip, right?

Have I got a deal for you.

If you head over to Draft Day Suit, you’ll find details about a contest, sponsored by Vicks — the Dayquil people, not the dog-abusing, whining quarterback — that gives you a shot at showing your commitment to your chosen NFL team for a shot at a trip to this season’s Super Bowl — which, granted, is in Indianapolis, but still…

Need an idea of what you’re required to do? The Draft Day Suiters — specifically Laurie, Kristabella and yours truly — have helpfully provided a couple of suggestions for the tone that Vicks is looking for. Go take a look.

And once you’ve read, go enter the contest. You’ll have a shot at that magical trip to, ahem, Indianapolis, and you’ll be helping out DDS as well.

Happy birthday, Mr. Brown.

1) A coupon from Right by Nature.

2) Address labels from a charity I haven’t given money to for years.

3) This:

No. 3 was something of a surprise, because I didn’t order it and Mrs. Crappy said she didn’t either. It’s a really nice jersey — all the stuff that comes with one of the NFL Authentics — and I have no idea where it came from.

I assume this is someone’s reaction to my questions last week about my NFL fandom; maybe whoever sent this wanted to reinforce my decision to stay with my Browns, no matter how ugly things get.

Those would be decent reasons for the why; I still don’t have any idea about the who. I have some guesses in mind (coughfredahem) but they are just that — guesses — at this point.

To my benefactor: Thank you. It means a lot. And I am totally wearing this on Super Bowl Sunday.

DISCLOSURE: I know I’m supposed to disclose gifts I’ve received because of my blog, so I suppose I need to say that here. This jersey, apparently, was a gift. But I don’t know who I’m thanking, which makes this disclosure a little weird. Sorry about that.

I had a Moment of Weakness on Friday, and it led to ask a question that had never hit me in the 16 years I’ve lived in western Pennsylvania. I also asked you guys for advice about how to handle this question about my pro football identity, and most of you came through with honest, thoughtful responses.

Before I get to those, though, I should tell you about my test on Saturday. After I finished up a work assignment in the morning, Mrs. Crappy and I headed to the Strip, to get some lunch and find some Aloha kitsch for our upcoming Groundhog weekend. To further set the scene:

• My lifelong commitment to Cleveland Browns football is apparently wavering.
• I live in Pittsburgh — not just the area, mind you, but I own a house in the freaking City of Pittsburgh — and it would be awfully easy, convenient and fun to jump on the Stillers’ bandwagon.
• I’m in the Strip on the day before the AFC championship game. There is cheap Stillers gear everywhere — everywhere — and if I were to ever make the leap, I could have outfitted myself right then, head to toe, for less than 40 bucks.

And you know what happened?

Nothing.

I helped Mrs. Crappy look for a black and gold scarf. We stopped at many of the tables set up along Penn to check out the new stuff. Although I had plenty of opportunities, I wasn’t tempted to buy a single fucking thing.

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The comments I got on Friday’s post — here and on Facebook — were somewhat predictable, but also helpful. Most of the Stiller fans said they were ready to welcome me to the fold. The people who have a more thorough idea of my football past said I should know better than to even consider changing my mind.

But the one comment that resonated the most came from Kim, a lifelong Red Sox fan who A) knows a little bit about suffering for your team and B) knows how good the payoff is when it comes. Her point? Jumping on that black-and-gold bandwagon would be fun; it would also inevitably become hollow, because that’s not where my heart is.

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I also found this. That’s the front and back of my old Pittsburgh Browns Backers T-shirt. Between regular Sunday shifts for several years and our travel to Columbus for those other football games, I haven’t been able to watch a game with the club for years; the two seasons I was able to hang out with those folks were among the most fun I’ve had as a pro football fan (and yes, those were after the team returned to the league). The team was probably even worse back then, but being with like-minded people helped a bunch; it also made those rare wins even better.

That is who I am. I may still be pissed about the current state of the team, but it is still my team. And it always will be.

On Friday I asked you guys if I was loyal or stupid.

The answer? Yes.

And if you don’t like it, you can kiss my brown-and-orange ass.

“Jeez, Bill — that was a beating, huh? Hey, have a nice trip back to Boston.”

(For the record, I thought the hit on Joshua Cribbs, who was also knocked out of the game by Harrison, was clean.)

“It’s part of the game,” they say. “Maybe they should be playing flag football instead.”

Hey, I get it. And I wonder what my Stiller-fan friends think about this one:

Most of you guys aren’t old enough to remember it. But I am. And it makes me smile every time.

Doesn’t that look awesome?

(What? You thought I was going to write about football?)

If you're wondering, it's totally not a coincidence that I picked a picture of him racking up yards against the Steelers.

My first football idol was Leroy Kelly.

Kelly played for the Browns from 1964 through 1973, starting what was a Hall of Fame career as a backup to Jim Brown and finishing with an NFL championship and more than 7,000 rushing yards.

I remember watching those Browns teams on a black-and-white television — the one with the chipped plastic corner around the upper part of the frame — in the family room of my first childhood home. I also remember having one of those Sport Illustrated posters of Kelly hanging in my bedroom.

I suppose you have to be of a certain age to remember Leroy Kelly and the other players of that era. And, I suppose, I am of that age.

Take a look at Kelly’s jersey number. And then wish me a happy birthday.

I have no advice as to what the Stillers should do with their douchebag quarterback. I’m not a Stillers fan; it’s not my place.

But if this were to ever happen? I’d never be a Browns fan again.

Yeah, sure,  the team got just about nothing for him. But I’d argue that “nothing” is pretty much close to what Braylon is worth.

Our favorite ex-Wolverine took some time before the start of the playoffs to rip the Browns; he also explained that in the Jets’ offense, he’s in a much better position to showcase his world-class receiving skillz, something he never had the chance to do when he was leading the league in dropped passes in Cleveland:

When you’re supposed to be this big-name receiver and you’re only getting two or three balls a game and you’re losing, it frustrates you … Here, they’re committed to winning football games and everything else is secondary. They don’t worry about petty things here at the Jets organization.

Hm. According to the stats, Braylon caught 55 balls for the Browns in 2008, for 873 yards and three touchdowns. So his assessment of his final full season in Cleveland is dead-on: mediocre at best.

He played four games with the Browns in 2009 before the trade sent him to New York, so it would stand to reason — in Braylon’s mind, anyway — he would have been much more productive in 2009. The regular-season stats: 45 catches, 680 yards, four touchdowns.

Wow. Pro Bowl numbers for sure.

As was the case during the regular season, the Jets apparently didn’t need much help from Braylon while they pretty much beat the Bengals senseless over the weekend. And that’s probably a good thing, given that all Braylon did was show he’s consistent at one thing and one thing only:

Whoops. Nice catch, butterfingers. Enjoy being a non-factor in the playoffs.