Sometimes it is fun to live near Baltimore.
Mrs. Blitz and I had lunch at a local restaurant. We always sit at the bar. For a Monday there was a lot of people at the bar. mostly sad sad Raven fans. Of course, the TVs were on sport channels.
All the Purple had disappeared, no sweatshirts, hats, scarf. nothing. the gentleman to my right started talking about the game, The bartender is a Steeler fan and knows I am a Steeler fan. No one else at the bar knew me.
The refs of course had it out for the Ravens. They had their orders to get the KC Swifts into the big game. I just kept listening.
After a few minutes, I was like.. "it was God damn Jacksons fault! trying to be a passing qb!" "they would have won it all if Jackson want trying to prove something!"
The guy to the left of us agreed and that sparked a we hate Jackson conversation. I listed for a bit, chimed in here and there. Everyone so miserable. I paid my check and we left.
Yep sometimes living near Baltimore is not that bad.