Haloti Ngata is gone, Terrell Suggs is out for the season, starting tackle Eugene Monroe is down for the count, and the Ravens are 0-2. Baltimore is burning (whoops! Too soon?). The Jim Harbaugh anointed “best team in the league” is going to march into Baltimore and murder 52 grown ass men in front of a crowd of 70,000. Straight up Julius Ceasar, gladiator type shit. I almost feel sorry for the poor folks up in Baltimore. No one wants to spend their NFL Sunday at funeral, but that’s exactly what this game is. Baltimore is finished and the Bengals are the ones that are going to deliver the coup de grâce. I should have put together a list of songs you’d hear at said funeral or some Devil worshiping death music, but none of that is really good to get you going for an afternoon of drinking and football, so 30 mid-90’s, classic, rock ‘n roll jams will have to suffice.