Brace yourselves, but the Ratbirds are already talking shit and designing T-shirts in advance of Sunday's game. Always a great sign. Here's Derrick Mason showing off a very "Who Dey"-like mantra for the Ravens, because they want to believe that, per the usual Baltimore inferiority complex, that no one is giving them a chance. That's why Joe Flacco, he and his playoff completion percentage of 44, is being fellated by every media outlet across the country.
Yes, the Ravens are underdogs. You tend not to be favored when you're playing on the road against a team you already lost to twice. Whatever works for you to get motivated. The Steelers can get fired up for a game without empty fucking posturing to the media.
Naturally, Mason's isn't the only example of Raven histronics. Terrell Suggs, owner of the lamest nickname in sports and the guy who puts up bounties on receivers that he never collects, is making sure to crow about how much he's willing to play through injury. Quoth the thug: "The only way I wouldn't be there is if I didn't have air in my lungs. I will see you Sunday." What braying melodramatic bullshit.
Speaking of injuries, I'd say it's smart money that they had a bounty out on Chris Johnson. It sure appeared that way since they clearly tried to take him out while he was gashing them for huge yardage.