Clearly — as anyone with two eyes, two ears, and a remote control knows — the former didn’t happen. (And for the record, we’re still waiting to reap the benefits of Peyton Manning’s cold weather playoff record.)
This week, Brophy’s betting on the birds again. Now, he’s challenged Harpoon brewmaster Al Marzi with the same: Ravens win, we get beer. Ravens lose, we send beer.
Some say the odds aren’t in our favor. We’d agree, if the stakes involved coaches who look like they’re homeless, pretty boy quarterbacks who hock footwear popular with sorority girls, or plain, old-fashioned cheating. But this is an AFC championship match-up for the ages. And our Ravens are out for revenge.