For all righteous deeds and good works, may it be the Giants. The Ravens tried to hijack Super Bowl XXXV this week. Not only did they position themselves as the bad guys, they sought the role. The Giants couldn't match Baltimore's volume, much less its bluster. Here were 73 gentlemen's clubs, oily tans, bail bondsmen and assorted trouble awaiting any wrong turn off the thoroughfare.
Athletes routinely roll into Tampa and leave with numbers listed below their mug shots.
Home at last, quoth the Ravens. Their offense lacks such offense. Brian Billick, their coach, appears too bright to be this goofy. His clothes never were found after that bloody night outside an Atlanta nightclub, where two men were knifed to death. Lewis showed no remorse this week.