The Baltimore Ravens kicked off a two-day minicamp this morning, and I’ve gotta tell ya… I missed this.
It’s the way the sun casts shadows over the players’ shoulders, projecting mountains of men battling on the field. It’s the sound of a ball off the laces of punters and kickers, not much different than the sound of the sleds popping, or to a lesser degree, a fastball hitting the mitts of a receiver on a completed pass. The cringeworthy song of the cicadas were simply no match for the pipes of Rob Ryan coaching up defensive players, and surely couldn’t drown out Keith Williams following every completion and incompletion with the necessary praise and critique for the wideouts.