“CBS football host: 600 women have died since Ray Rice hit his wife”


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CBS hosted a Thursday night football game last night between the Baltimore Ravens (Ray Rice's now former team) and the Pittsburgh Steelers. During the pre-game broadcast, CBS host James Brown delivered a powerful message for the men and women tuning in, calling for the "comprehensive education of men of what healthy, respectful manhood is all about and it starts with how we view women."
CBS hosted a Thursday night football game last night between the Baltimore Ravens (Ray Rice’s now former team) and the Pittsburgh Steelers. During the pre-game broadcast, CBS host James Brown delivered a powerful message for the men and women tuning in, calling for the “comprehensive education of men of what healthy, respectful manhood is all about and it starts with how we view women.”

AP Interviews Raven’s QB, Joe Flacco


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Super Bowl On CBS


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11:00 am EST – Road to the Super Bowl

2:00 pm – Super Bowl Today

6:00 pm EST – Super Bowl Kickoff

6:25 pm – Super Bowl XLVII

  Ravens Fight Song

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“A Poem for Superbowl Sunday”


The End of the Raven (s)

by Edgar Allen Poe’s Cat

On a night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
“Raven’s very tasty,” thought I, as I tiptoed o’er the floor,
“There is nothing I like more.”

Soft upon the rug I treaded, calm and careful as I headed
Towards his roost atop that dreaded bust of Pallas I deplore.
While the bard and birdie chattered, I made sure that nothing clattered,
Creaked, or snapped, or fell, or shattered, as I crossed the corridor;
For his house is crammed with trinkets, curios and weird decor –
Bric-a-brac and junk galore.

Still the Raven never fluttered, standing stock-still as he uttered,
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered, his two cents worth –
Nevermore.”

While this dirge the birdbrain kept up, oh, so silently I crept up,
Then I crouched and quickly leapt up, pouncing on the feathered bore.
Soon he was a heap of plumage, and a little blood and gore –
Only this and not much more.

Then my pickled poet cried out, “Pussycat, it’s time I dried out!”
Never sat I in my hideout talking to a bird before;
How I’ve wallowed in self-pity, while my gallant, valiant kitty.
Put an end to that damned ditty – then I heard him start to snore.
Back atop the door I clambered, eyed that statue I abhor,
Jumped – and smashed it on the floor.

from Henry Beard‘s Poetry for Cats, ©1994

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Ray Lewis – The Ravens – Baltimore, MD – USA


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The reverence of Ray Lewis

Ray Lewis’ imminent retirement inspired a Super Bowl run. Now his teammates want to win it for him. Read