Dear John Harbaugh: At 1-5, I’m still coming up empty in search of accountability (and integrity) with ‘your’ Ravens

Dear John:

Let’s start with an opening proclamation: I won’t be the fool who ignites the ‘Fire John Harbaugh!’ chants outside The Castle walls during this itchy bye week pitching the savior return of Lamar Jackson and staring at overcoming 1-5 whilst your schedule softens significantly enough to somehow believe you are still a contender.

No one sane is looking to “fire” you today and certainly not a journalist with my sage chops because I’m the smart one who knows that you’re like a son to Steve Bisciotti. And, brother, he owes you upwards of $60 million. (Or what they call in State College, an “exit honorarium,” paid for by the students and citizens of a similar football cult).

Big Schotti ain’t firing you because taking big ‘Shots’ at you would make him the problem – and bring very un