Scene should have known better than to ask "Where Next?" in the headline of a March story on water main breaks. Last Wednesday, a frothing mass of brown water engulfed Euclid Avenue and crept through the front entrance of Scene's palatial confines, the result of an errant drill bit that punctured a 30-inch-wide water main. An architect was sitting in his fifth-floor office when he saw his client's eyes widen, and he turned to see the geyser gush past his window. As Euclid became a slowly flowing river, firemen and cameramen took refuge on Star Plaza, and one Cleveland Energy Resources worker pantomimed fishing for trout. Someone found the valve and shut it off after an hour and a half. Five million gallons of water escaped from the pipe under Euclid, a minor flood compared to the 25 million gallons that ripped up East Ninth Street in January.
The Plain Dealer's recent slash-and-burn approach toward its myriad weekly sections hasn't spilled into the sports department, which on Sunday churned out a two-section, 20-page Browns preview supplement and on Monday followed with an 8-page recap. The Edge understands the need to cater to a town frothing at the mouth for football coverage, but haven't we all had enough Carmen Policy pontificating and stadium turf terminology? One other question: Who is that facemasked man sporting No. 46 in Sunday's full-page illustration? A quick flip to page 16 shows no one on Cleveland's roster with such a number. In Browns Town, accuracy only matters on the field.
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