Sixty Seconds With Joe Flacco

In an effort to provide an inside look into the world of one of the lesser known players to come up big in the draft, we sat down with the Baltimore Raven’s first round draft choice and 18th overall pick, Joe Flacco.

Ghosts: Thanks for taking the time Joe and congrats on cashing in as first rounder.

Flacco: My pleasure and thanks for having me.

Ghosts: It’s not everyday that a I-AA QB gets selected in the first round. Do you think playing for Fake Michigan helped your visibility?

Flacco: Well, not really. I mean Chad Henne is forty times better than me and he didn’t get selected until the end of the second round.

Ghosts: That's a good point, but everyone has been just raving about your arm strength and height. I bet you can get pretty good distance with an Aerobie. How far can you thrown one?

Flacco: 472 meters. It’s on my tape actually. You wanna see it? It's set to a song I wrote with my band, Flacco Seagulls.

Ghosts: No. Um, you know how a lot of times on Monday Night Football and stuff, the players introduce themselves and then kind of sit there awkwardly for like thirty seconds too long?

Flacco: Yeah.

Ghosts: You should just say, “Hi. I’m from Delaware.”

Flacco: Why?

Ghosts: Cause it would be awesome.

Flacco: OK. I don’t get it though.

Ghosts: Trust me. Hey, are you still dating that hot cheerleader that you met from that season you played for the Washington Sentinels?

Flacco: What the hell are you talking about?

Ghosts: You know, that really cute brunette cheerleader who said she never dates football players, but then though your houseboat was so sweet that you won her over?

Flacco: You’re thinking of Shane Falco and that was just a movie.

Ghosts: Oh, my bad. Hey, I hear you got a 27 on the Wonderlic. According to my calculations, that means you have an IQ of 114. That’s not bad. What do you want to do if you turn out to suck in the NFL?

Flacco: I never really gave it much thought. I mean, my name is Joe Flacco. What the hell can someone named Joe Flacco do besides play quarterback? I suppose I could be game show host or maybe open a restaurant called Flacco Taco.

Ghosts: That’s the worst idea ever.

Flacco: Yeah I know. Quarterbacks named Joe are destined to do three things: 1) become huge stars who bask in a lifetime of glory (i.e., Joe Montana & Joe Namath); 2) float around the league leaving a trail of dung everywhere they go (i.e., Joey Harrington); 3) or get their legs snapped in half like a #2 pencil and end up yapping away up in the booth (i.e., Joe Theissman). "Joes" aren't nearly as business savvy as say "Johns" (i.e., John Elway).

Ghosts: Yeah, I guess it's a bit of of a rock and hard place. At least you have a great receiver corps to rely on (sprays milk out of nose and mouth)... Sorry about that, I just thought of something funny.

Flacco: Uhh, Ok.

Ghosts: Well, that's all the time we have today. Thanks Joe and good luck in the NFL.