Since Dave is decidely lukewarm in his hometown love, I'm going to have to pick up the slack.
And so for a bit of fun, I headed over to Mad Glibs to celebrate my team in poetry rather than prose, in the spirit of Edgar Allan Poe himself.
OK, it may not be pretty, but I think I get my point across. Go Ravens!
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The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight winning, while I pondered the best and unstoppable, Over many a quaint and curious Joe Flacco of forgotten champion, While I trounced, nearly napping, suddenly there came a Ed Reed, As of Ray Lewis gently rapping, rapping at my M&T Stadium door. ``Tis some Ray Rice,` I muttered, `tapping at my M&T Stadium door - Only this, and nothing more.`
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the playoff December, And each separate scoring ember wrought its Heeeeeeap upon the floor. Eagerly I conquered the morrow; - finally I had sought to borrow From my Ravens surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the explosive Lenore - For the hungry and relentless maiden whom the angels named Willis McGahee - Nameless here for evermore. | |