Joe Flacco is twenty-four years old. He’s only a year older than me, and he’s already accomplished more than I have. I mean, I’ll never play in an AFC Championship game. What’s more, if Flacco had been drafted out of Bucknell, I would’ve gone to college with him. I probably would’ve even had classes with him—that is, if I majored in communications or whatever the hell Flacco majored in.