After all of the hours of mulling over Saturday night's biblical steamer at M&T Bank Stadium, I have come to one conclusion: when it comes down to "getting over it," either your glass is half full or it's half empty.

And in some cases over the first two nights of my personal elimination from any more fun this NFL postseason, it depended on which hour you actually ask me.

The emails started late Saturday night -- actually more lik ...

I'm kinda taking in all of this Festivus and Super Bowl mania one day at a time.

As much as I'm trying to have fun with all of the hype, excitement and wishful visions of palm trees and purple parties in South Florida in five weeks, I'm also try to temper my own pure, unadulterated joy in what the Ravens are doing to this city.

I just want to slow these days down and savor every one because I know that either way it's all going to be over very so ...

So, we gathered the 14 finalists in the Donahoo Ford "So You Wanna Be a Sports Talk Show Host" contest Wednesday night at Orchard Landing for some cocktails, munchies and well, SPORTS TALK.

Lemme take a second today to thank all of the participants, wannabes, basement tape makers and well, dreamers of the dream.

In all we received 74 envelopes full of love and hope and sex and dreams.

And every one of them seemed to a ...

Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. I really do. I go everywhere the Ravens go and see almost everything they see on these crazy roadtrips that have been the most fun part of my life for 11 years now.

Some trips I take lots of people -- droves of people, like the two bus trips up to Milwaukee and Green Bay when I took 150 people or the Nashville playoff deal in 2001 when we took 180 -- and other times I go alone, or just with my wife. Inevitably, I always wind up drin ...

From the minute the great Eddie Money took the wind-swept field in his Chiefs jersey and got 77,000 people to begin singing the National Anthem in unison, you just knew it was going to be a great day.

Great weather, great stadium, great atmosphere -- the best I've ever witnessed for a Ravens road game -- there was nothing that yesterday lacked, except of course a division title and a first-round bye.

I promise I won't harp on that horrendous turd ...

So Agent Orange's main squeeze, Hockey Meg, came by our place last week.

The wife and I were mixing up a Bobby Flay coffeehouse steak, a few cocktails and watching some H-Dee puck from Filthy on Comcast Sports Net.

Meg's team, the Philadelphia Flyers, was playing my team, the Nashville Predators just 90 minutes north of my cozy living room.

We had been planning for three months to get in the car and go to the game. I even went ...

Sometimes it's easy to forget just how much you hate the Pittsburgh Steelers until that Sunday comes every year when the team and their hideous fan base descend upon downtown Baltimore.

It's one of those rare things in life for me, that I can't even justify it or rationalize it or control it, that visceral feeling I get when I see anything black and gold with that ugly emblem on it.

And I know it's not mature or adult-like or even sensible, but I ju ...