Basking Time Is Over

I spent the first ten minutes of the Ravens Pats game on the phone, yelling. I was yelling at my cousin, my father, leaving nasty voice mails on my buddy Ben’s phone: “You stupid little bitch! Answer your phone! I can’t believe this. Where in the hell did they come from!”

I spent the next couple of hours thrashing around the living room like a shark that’s been landed on a fishing boat. My brain was bent in half: was this possible?

I cackled like a madman when they showed Kraft and started shouting inane shit like “Yeah, why don’t you go and get some cuff links you bitch!” Which made no sense to my wife and gave Lil Honch an excuse to yell and curse.

I picked the Ravens, but never thought it would go down like it did. It was worth the entire season: as up and down as it was.

So now there’s Indy. Beating them would be my Super Bowl. I remember Colts game at Memorial Stadium with my father and uncles. And yes, I cried when they left. They were more than a team, they represented memories that won’t ever die.

So what happens Saturday night? This one is going to be a dogfight. I don’t think the Ravens can catch the Colts by surprise, but momentum + playoffs + Ray Lewis cranked up to 11 = Ravens win.

By the way, did anyone notice how before Wild Card Weekend SI’s lead article was “You Need Wide Receivers to Win!” and this week it’s “You Need Defense to Win.”

Have a great time this weekend, and please don’t go and punch out one of those obnoxious bandwagon fans wearing brand new Ravens gear. Cause that would be bad. Good god, please make those asshats go away.

And to all of the Ravens: go get some.