Remember that electric hum before a storm breaks? That palpable tension hanging in the air, the sense that something powerful is about to be unleashed? That’s the feeling creeping through Owings Mills as Lamar Jackson , after a camp whisper-quiet by his supernova standards, flicked the switch Sunday. It wasn’t a flawless symphony, far from it.
Move-the-ball periods saw the usual camp rhythm – a dazzling scramble finding Rashod Bateman for a first down after outrunning Odafe Oweh , followed by a frustrating fumbled handoff that sent the ball punting downfield in self-reproach. He missed connections, like a ball at Zay Flowers’ feet. But crucially, the sideline saw him circling back, talking it through – proof of the communication grind he’s embraced.
Then came the red zone. The