I wonder what the TV ratings will be in Baltimore between the hours of 6 and 11pm today. I will be amazed if today's Super Bowl gets anything less than 90% of the households in this market.
Today's the day my beloved Ravens play Super Bowl XLVII against the San Francisco 49ers, the first team I adopted when the Colts left in 1984. By all accounts, this should be a great game, but as we all know who follow sports, things rarely go as all accounts and predictions show.
Win or lose, today is a momentous day in Baltimore sports history. The final game in the career of future Hall of Fame linebacker Ray Lewis. The first Super Bowl for great Ravens like Ed Reed, Terrell Suggs, Haloti Ngata, Joe Flacco, and Ray Rice. The game itself promises the witnessing of the transition of the game of football to a new form of offense, evidenced by the 49ers' college-style read option attack. And of course, the battle of the coaching Harbaughs.
And here, in the Steven's Forest neighboorhood of Oakland Mills Village, Columbia, Maryland, I and about a half dozen friends will gather and witness this event.
I wrote a few weeks ago about the significance of sports. It is true reality TV. I love the game of football and I love the Ravens, while also admiring the 49ers. Although I will definitely be bummed if the Ravens don't pull this off, I won't be disappointed.
Oh, and remember what I said about predictions? Ravens, 20-17 in overtime. The low score is my nod to the unpredictable!
