The best game I never saw

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“It’s only weird if it doesn’t work.” I love that commercial because it’s so true. I’m sure every Ravens fan reading this has SOME kind of silly superstition that they hold true week over week. I’m no different.

Last week, we watched the Indy game at a friend’s house. It was just us and one other couple, and we sat in their bonus room/loft/man cave watching the Ravens struggle through the first half. At halftime, we went outside (we live in Florida) to hang by the pool, chat about the game, and watch the halftime report on their tiny outdoor TV. When the 2nd half started, us girls went back up to the loft and the big TV while the boys (for some odd reason) stayed outside watching a teeny tiny TV. Their plan was to come back upstairs eventually, but then something happened. The Ravens turned it on. Hard. This was enough to seal the boys’ fate. They were relegated to watch the remainder of that game on the porch while us gals were stretched out comfy in the man cave.

Fast forward to this week. Same bat place. Same bat channel. The boys accepted their sacrifice, knowing they would see zero game time in the man cave. We had a few more people with us this weekend, but the four of us took our seats at kickoff and remained there solidly for about 59 minutes of game time.

At that last minute mark, I didn’t lose faith. But I also couldn’t watch. I already hold my breath when Flacco throws the ball. This last minute, I knew I wouldn’t survive. Their man cave is not very big and we had six people up there so there was no place for me to do my normal pacing ritual. I needed room. I needed space. I needed a runway, to pace this last minute out. I had to leave the man cave.

So down I went and headed outside. Everyone yelled at me to get back to my seat. I explained. I just couldn’t watch it. I know my heart would fail me. My head would certainly explode. So I paced. Around their pool I paced. I prayed. I breathed. I believed.

Then the screams. The cheers. The OH MY GODs. HOW did we just DO that? The game was tied. This night was going to drag on forever. And I was going to miss the whole damn thing.

It wasn’t even a question. Nobody had to convince me. No one said a thing. I walked over to the TV to look at the score with my own two eyes because I really still wasn’t convinced that they weren’t pulling my leg. Sure enough, there was the ref, explaining the OT rules and getting ready to flip that blessed coin. The players got into position, and so did I.

I paced clockwise when the Broncos had the ball and counter-clockwise when the Ravens did. I didn’t see one play during the OT or OT2 until the post-game highlights. When Tucker took the field, my heart just skipped every third beat. How are we here? Another playoff game that is dependent on our kicker? If I had trouble watching Flacco’s TD attempt at the end of regulation, I certainly couldn’t handle a Field Goal attempt to win a playoff game. Been there. Done that. Hurts way too much.

Except this time it didn’t hurt.

I was an emotional bonk at that point. I think I kind of blacked out because the next thing I know, I’m in the pool and so are four other people. Fully clothed. And yes, we’re in Florida, but that pool is about 65 degrees. And it didn’t hurt a bit.

I’m sad I won’t get to see the last few minutes of the AFC Championship game. But you can count on me, Chix. I’ll be pacing that damn pool even in a thunderstorm.

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My moniker of Purple Maven was going to be the name of a business I wanted to start. Alas, I have no money, so now I’m Purple Maven on this fine site. I was born and raised in Baltimore County, lived in the city for many years, and then moved south to Edgewater to get closer to the water. (Well, cleaner water anyway.) I graduated from Boston College where my love of football was born (I didn’t grow up watching NFL since my parents never picked another team after the Colts left town on that snowy March night). As soon as it was announced that Baltimore was getting an NFL team, I was a fan that very minute (before we even had team colors or a name). My husband and I were dating and penniless when the Ravens were born so we had to wait a few years before we could afford PSLs. We finally pulled the trigger during the 2000 season. We have 9 seats together with friends and it was the best money we ever spent. Before our daughter was born, we made at least one road game per season including Tampa for Super Bowl XXXV (we didn’t get tickets, we watched the game with Ravens fans at Whiskey Joe’s). Interests I know more about Ravens football (and the NFL in general) than my husband does (and he’s the first one to admit it). I’m a Ravens chick through and through. I even got into a huge fight with a friend recently because he thought I was a little over-the-top. I kicked him out of my house. When I’m not watching the Ravens, I’m raising a 4-year-old Ravens chick, traveling to warmer climates, researching about health and nutrition, and working for Bisciotti’s other business (Allegis Group/TEKsystems).