The Ravens lost a heartbreaker to the Patriots on Sunday and it came down to the final drive. The Ravens were right where they needed to be. They had momentum and they were moving the ball with ease – a few yards here, a first down there. Completion after completion. You could feel it building. Joe Flacco has 'em on the ropes. We’re gonna score and win this game!

And then...a perfect pass for first-and-goal with one timeout left. Dropped. Game over. The excitement, the rush, the screams of joy...gone. Just like that.

I’ve had that feeling before. I was with my girlfriend one night at her place. She was looking hot, we both had a few drinks and things were heating up. I was right where I needed to be. I had momentum and I was moving with ease – a top here, a skirt there. Completion after completion. We both felt it building. It was inevitable. I was finally going to score!

And then...doorbell. Her parents. "We brought Taboo!" Game over. The excitement, the rush, the screams of joy…gone. Just like that.

I don’t mind losing. Been doing it most of my life. It’s the way we lost that stings. Fundamentals. It always comes back to the basics. You could look at a number of plays that hurt the Ravens but the one that everyone will remember is Mark Clayton’s dropped pass. I’m not saying catching a potential game-saving pass, under pressure, with other professionals trying to stop you while thousands of fans scream at the top of their lungs is easy. It’s not. But when you get paid millions of dollars to do it? Make the damn catch!

If you were paid millions of dollars to make creamed corn, wouldn’t you make the creamiest damn creamed corn anyone’s ever had? You have to for that kind of $! If not, you’re fired. You’re not getting another opportunity next week. They’ll find someone else to make creamed corn. Someone younger, quicker, smarter and better. Who knows? Might be Mark Clayton.

Next up, the Cincinnati prison squad, AKA, the Bengals.

NE. See ya’s in the playoffs.

Kuh Kaw! --- RYAN SICKLER.