
I don't want to make the playoffs. My team looks like shit. Everyone knows the offense runs through Ray Rice. Joe Flacco, you're not Steve McNair, this was not Ravens vs. Colts Divisional Playoff from 2007 that subsequently got BMR booted out of Plompton. Don't throw interceptions in the end zone on second down. Frank Walker, I know you can't cover your kids text books, but goddamnit. Ed Reed, thanks for letting us know you weren't gonna play about twenty minutes prior to kickoff. T Sizzle, way to beat up and bleach soak your
ghetto ass baby mama and not travel with the team. Ravens organization, I love you, but goddamn recognize a fucking opportunity when it walks up and kicks you in the nuts on national television. Awesome, now the weather sucks and all I can cheer for is Canadians on ice getting fucked up by Russians and one of college basketball's streakiest, yes SS, streakiest players leading the Terps to glory on the hard court.