Excuse Colt McCoy if his head is spinning.
The good: The Browns' front office, contrary to popular belief, hasn't been lost at sea. Working to improve a bone-dry roster, Cleveland made the call. It's no surprise. Shurmur adored working with Bradford in St. Louis in 2010, and when a coach feels that connection with a young quarterback, you explore his availability. It didn't happen. If you're McCoy, you file it away and pick up a copy of the new self-help book, "Are You There, Jim? It's me, Alex" -- by the 49ers' recently toyed-with starter -- and swiftly move on. BURY THE MATTER.
The bad: Holmgren did the right thing by calling McCoy after the Robert Griffin III affair, and the quarterback responded well, leaving the Browns president to say: "He's a very capable young man, he cares, he works harder than any 10 people. I mean, he's what you want."
Except, to Colt, it just can't feel that way tonight. Time for another call to the McCoy household.
The ugly: Since their return to the league in 1999, the Browns have shown a knack for developing quarterback drama. Less of a knack for developing an actual quarterback. The biggest problem for this franchise has been turnover -- from the highest levels on down to young players too often placed into a position to fail.
The Browns can't possibly claim to have a complete read on McCoy. He's handing the ball off to nobody and passing to ghosts. Holmgren's vision implies sticking to the plan, but when you're a starting quarterback on trial, turning out a 4-9 record last season, the future is unclear.
What's clear is that people's jobs are on the line, and until the Browns find a franchise passer -- McCoy or elsewhere -- the painful Sundays will continue.