Back at the beginning of this NFL season, my cousin — a Baltimore Ravens season-ticket holder — invited me to join him in Charm City for a game. My schedule was such that the only game I could get to was the season finale against the Browns. Given the state of the Browns, I didn’t expect it would be a compelling matchup and the winter weather made travel uncertain, but hey: any time you get a chance to see Bailey Zappe play quarterback in person, you have to take it.
The day wound up being a mini family reunion. In addition to my cousin and his son, by nephew came along with his wife and kids. It was good to see so many of my Maryland-based relatives, even if this Bills fan was the odd man out among all of his Ravens-loving kin.
I didn’t capture as many photos of the day’s proceedings as I should have, but here are a few shots:





It was interesting to attend a football game as a neutral observer. I might have been the only disinterested party in the whole stadium, based on the sea of purple and back-clad humanity surrounding me. Bills fans take pride in the passion and fanaticism they display at games, even in frigid temperatures. That reputation is well-deserved, but my visit to Baltimore has shown me that Bills Mafia doesn’t have a monopoly on those traits. Ravens fans are intense, they are proud, and they gladly endured several hours of frosty conditions to see their team claim the AFC North title. Nationally, I don’t think Baltimore gets enough credit for being a diehard football town. After this visit, I can attest that it most certainly is.

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