We got the news today that Ray Lewis; the Ravens’ beloved football player will be retiring at the end of this season. Besides him being
an extraordinary football player, he is a mentor to many of the younger
players. There has not been much bad ever written about him and his name
conjures up his doing his comical and colorful dance which the fans love. This
is not ballroom dance or ballet dance; this is his unique and own dance. When
he comes out this coming Sunday, probably for the last time here in our
stadium, the roar will be so loud, that the Heavens will hear it all the way up
there. The clouds will do their own dance to honor him.
About two years ago, we took a trip to the mall in Harford County. You could not find a parking space on a Saturday afternoon. When we
finally did, the store manager of the place we were visiting said that Ray
Lewis was coming there to the sporting goods store and the lines were all the
way down the road of the mall. People were lined up to see him and to get his autograph and you had to have a ticket to even stand in the line.
I have after all these years of being married to a football lover, just come to really understand this game which I always perceived as
them running this way and that way and I was never sure who was doing this or
that. I would ask my husband “is this good, is that bad, what is it?” He would
patiently explain the moves to me and finally this year I think I got it. I
wear purple on Fridays as most fans do in this area. I have always loved
purple, so it is pretty OK with me. I have two nails on each hand painted
purple and I always wear lavender lipstick. It is so exciting to even see
babies wearing the Ravens logo on their little hats or their tiny suits. I know
someone with twins, a boy and a girl and each of them from their birth have
been clothed in Ravens baby attire.
They are painting downtown purple here and there and there are purple lights shining on some downtown office buildings. Edgar Allan Poe
would be proud of the Ravens, since they received their official name seventeen
years ago from his poem.
This Sunday in the playoff game, this area will go wild with delight and hopefully even wilder when they win the game against the Colts. It
is ironic that the game will be against the Colts who use to be our team. That
is another story and it is a story that finally had a happy ending after us
having no team for so many years. The devoted and delighted fans are known to
be about the best there are, in all of football land. We love our Ravens and no
matter what happens Sunday, we will love them almost as much, even if the
outcome is not in our favor. We will be decked out again on Sunday, after the
usual Friday attire and our hearts will be full of pride that we got this far
to be here this Sunday.
When we had no team for so many years, we were bitter and rightly so. When they came back to us as football and a young team, we all knew
these days would be ours one day again.
The town and state love them and we all have that in common. We are young, old, in between, all nationalities and religions. There is no
difference in any of us. We have one common denominator, we truly adore our
team and even the announcers on television usually mention the loyalty we have
for the Baltimore Ravens.
I know of a couple, he is from California and she is from Maryland. He roots for his team and she roots for our team. He wears the gear
of his team and she is a purple young lady. She even put a purple dye on her
grass last year with a big Ravens wood statue on her lawn and she tied purple
and lavender ribbons around her two front lawn trees. Her husband said nothing
and pretended he ignored it. It was really cute on their outside lawn and they
are still married and this is their only difference between them.
So I am an old lady of seventy-eight and half years and even though I have never ever been to a football game; I have a deep bonding and
love with this team. One of my acquaintances calls them “my boys” as if she,
who also has never been to a game, is the owner. I understand her feelings and
I will be glued to the television screen on Sunday at one p.m. when Ray Lewis
comes out most likely for his last hurrah and his dance of glory and
excitement. The fans will go into raptures of delight and rightly so.
It is a nice feeling to be a part of all this wonderful entertainment and I will watch it on the screen wearing my purple Ravens
blouse, my black shoes with their purple bows and my lavender lipstick on and
my purple nail polish on all ten fingers. I even might put some lavender eye
shadow on my eyelids. I will put my ten dollar Ravens medallion necklace around
my neck and maybe all of this will bring us all good luck.
Go Ravens and their fans, dance, sing, clap, be happy because we deserve all this hoop-la and it is a melody of love for a bunch of
men who make us happy. The clouds will dance, the Heavens will shine and win or
lose, we all are winners in every sense of the word, and because the Baltimore
Ravens are ours and nobody can ever take our team away again. I know that Art
Modell and Patricia his wife are loving all of this and they are watching from
above, their beloved team too. Purple is our color and pride is our source for
this continued love affair with this team.