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ravens week 2014, part 2

and so it comes to an end.  the baseball season, which began way back when the trees were sprouting buds, has finished, just as the leaves are letting go of their grip, the giants of san francisco have won in 7 games, and while i may not have been very invested in which team won, i was very invested in the fact that i won't have big league baseball for 5 months.

it makes me very sad.

except for one little thing:


oh yes.  it is the week that the steelers prepare for their evil foes from baltimore, the oily crows.


yes, they've already faced each other once this season.  and yes, that was a game i'd much  rather forget.

but in all fairness, things have changed.  the steelers have shown themselves capable of being both dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, sometimes in the same game, but are on a recent streak of winning two in a row in fairly dominant fashion, over two very good teams.  last week they put on an offensive clinic, which, while not sustainable against the rat-birds, certainly gives them a ton to study and worry about this week as they prepare to come into our house in a game that, while only in the mid part of the season, carries a ton of weight.

it's going to be big.

as in, we want to give them a big punch.  in the nose.  just like cade says.



if we can win this one, we will give the ravens 3 divisional losses, and we will put ourselves in a position to be in control of our own destiny down the stretch, with two games against the division-leading bengals late in the season.  so it is pretty nearly a necessity to squash the ravens this week.

 

if we can get to bert flacco, the closet steelers fan, early and often, they way we were getting to andrew luck last week, we should have a very good chance to win this game.

 




but i have no idea which steelers team will show up.  will they be out of sync and seemingly lost out on the field, as they've looked several times this year?  or will they look like an efficient machine out there, as they did last week?  i have no idea.

but one thing i do know is that "mean" joe greene's number 75 is being retired by the steelers (only the second number to be retired by the steelers) during a halftime ceremony, and that place is going to be wild with emotion, both on the field and in the stands.  let's win this one for mean joe!




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