Put down your can of Natty Boh and stop saying “hon” for two seconds, Baltimore fans, because I have something to tell you: National Bohemian is a shitty fucking beer. It just is.
Also, it looks like Ray Lewis tore his triceps on Sunday. His season is over and this may very well be the end of a legendary 17-year-career. So instead of making fun of that ridiculous goddamn Dundalk accent that all Baltimorons speak with, let’s take a trip down memory lane and re-live the career of Ray Lewis — a football story as surreal and over-the-top as any John Waters movie. Continue reading