[Scene: Ravens training facility.  The team is running through drills.  Coach Harbaugh calls Joe Flacco over to the sidelines]

harbaugh-happy

Joe!  Come on over here, boy, I need to talk to you.

flacco1

Yeah, coach.  What’s up?

harbaugh-happy

The coaching staff and I have decided to treat this next game as a training opportunity for you.  Since it’s a preseason game and means nothing, we’re going to take advantage of it so that you can practice some new techniques in your game management.

flacco1

……………

harbaugh-happy

Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Joey?

flacco1

I don’t think I have anything left to learn coach.  I’m probably the best young quarterback in the league.  Don’t you think you should be having this conversation with Matt Ryan?

harbaugh-happy

flacco1

…..

harbaugh-happy

In Monday Night’s game we’re going to leave you in for the entire first quarter and half of the second.  During that time, every passing play we have drawn up will require you to checkdown at least two receivers before you throw to your intended receiver–

flacco1

No problem, coach, I’ve been practicing that all summer.

harbaugh-happy

AND, you have to pump fake to at least one of them before you throw the ball.  Every single play.  Do you understand what I’m saying Joey?  Does that make sense?

flacco1

It totally makes sense, coach.  Except, what’s a pump fake?

harbaugh2

A pump fake?  Is that a joke?  It’s a pump fake.  It’s a fake throw.  It’s where you pretend to throw but you don’t actually throw.  You’re a fucking NFL Quarterback, how can you not know what a pump fake is?

flacco1

A fake throw?  Like where you move your arm like you’re throwing the ball but you don’t actually let go of the ball?

harbaugh2

So you’re familiar with the concept?

flacco1

I don’t think I can do that coach.

harbaugh2

I’m not fucking around, Joey.  If you tell me it’s because you think it’s not fair to fool the defense I will cut your ass and and name Troy Smith the starting QB.  You hear me?

flacco1

……………..

harbaugh2

Joey?

flacco1

……………

[We move to the past, the distant past, when Joe Flacco was only a boy playing in his front yard with his dog Troy.]

flacco1

Catch the ball boy.  Catch the ball, Troy.  I love you so much.

dog-catching-ball-2

That’s a great catch, Troy.  You’re the best wide receiver I’ll ever have.

flacco1

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flacco1

golden-retriever2

flacco1

………………….

flacco-suit

Joe, I’m home!  Where are you son?

flacco1

I’m outside, dad!  I’m playing with Troy.  He’s so great.

flacco-suit

Why are you staring at him so intently?

flacco1

How else will he know I’m going to throw him the ball, dad?

flacco-suit

Don’t you spoil that dog, boy.  You keep throwing the ball to him so perfectly he’ll get lazy and think he’s the boss of you.  You gotta fool with him every once in awhile.  Watch.

golden-retriever2

[His father grabs the ball and pump fakes it at the dog.  The dog runs to the spot where the ball should be and looks around.  He comes running back to them when he can't find it.  When he sees that Joe's father is still holding the ball he stops and stares at Joe]

flacco-suit

See, Joey, it’s hilarious.  Now you try.

flacco1

I don’t know dad.  Troy seems pissed.  He won’t even come near us.  He’s just staring at us in disgust.

golden-retriever2

flacco1

golden-retriever2

flacco-suit

golden-retriever2

flacco1

……………..

flacco-suit

See what I mean, he thinks he’s the boss of you because you spoiled him.  Here, give him a pump fake.

flacco1

I don’t know, dad, I like the way things are now.

flacco-suit

Don’t be a pussy!  No son of mine will be such a pussy!

flacco1

[Joe grabs the ball from his dad, and Troy becomes alert.  Joe pump fakes the ball and Troy runs but quickly stops once he realizes Joe faked him out.]

golden-retriever2

flacco1

Come here, Troy.  It’s okay.  It was just a joke.

golden-retriever2

flacco1

Really, Troy, it’s okay.  You can come back.  I was just fooling around a little.  It won’t happen again.

golden-retriever2

flacco1

Troy, you’re starting to scare me when you look at me like that.  You’ve got a crazy look in your eye, a look I’ve never seen before.  A look that is scaring the hell out of me.  Don’t do anything we’ll both regret, Troy.  Let’s be reasonable.

golden-retriever2

flacco1

I’m sorry, Troy!  I didn’t mean it!  Dad made me do it!  Please forgive me, Troy.

golden-retriever2

flacco1

No, wait!  Don’t lie down in the street!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dog-in-front-of-car

TROY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

johnharbaugh1a

JOE!! JOE!! JOE, GODDAMMIT I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!!

flacco1

I’m sorry, what did you say, coach?

johnharbaugh1a

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN FOLLOW THE GAME PLAN AS LAID OUT?

flacco1

How can you even ask me that?

/Joe runs away crying

fin

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