2. You seem like a great guy, Steve Hauschka, but it's time for you to go. The NFL is a brutal, performance-based business. And your performance isn't cutting it. No one understands this better than you. You came into this game knowing you had almost no margin for error, and you still hooked your first kick from the same hash, the same way the last three misses have gone. It's too bad, because you might still be a good kicker in this league. And maybe with another year of handling kickoff duties and watching Matt Stover up close, it could have been in Baltimore. But the Ravens thought you were ready, that keeping Matt Stover wasn't quite worth the roster spot, and clearly that was a miscalculation. To deny that at this point is to deny reality. Seriously, best of luck to you. You can keep your 53 Mighty Men jacket as a parting gift, and the Ravens will even put in a nice word for wherever you end up next, whether it's another NFL team, med school, or an aspiring boy band. But it's time to go in another direction. Having Stover in town this week is just going to be almost surreal for Ravens fans, almost like seeing their ex-wife hook up with their sworn enemy, but only after realizing it was a mistake to break up with her in the first place, and that she was the best thing that ever happened to them. But instead of getting back together with her, they have to host a party, invite the ex-wife to rub her new marriage in their face, just as the second, quickie marriage totally falls apart. Sad. 3. Brady Quinn is not an NFL quarterback. And he might be kind of a punk. It's unclear what exactly Quinn was doing diving at Terrell Suggs knees after he threw an interception, because it didn't seem like he was attempting to make a tackle. It seemed like he was venting frustration at the miserable spiral his career has taken. Of course, instead of seeing a replay, which might have helped put to rest the question of whether or not Quinn's hit was dirty, the Monday Night Football producers decided to show us high school highlights of Jon Gruden's football career. It was embarrassing. Dear ESPN, I know you don't care, and it's sort of like shouting into the wind at this point, but can I just say one more time: YOU ARE NOT THE STORY. I don't care about Gruden's high school highlights anymore than I care about Ron Jaworski's affinity for sweater vests. I don't need to hear about what Gruden would do if he could consummate his gigantic man crush on Quinn. The guy can't even throw the ball in the middle of the field. His arm is a BB gun in an M-16 kind of world. I'm sure he'll go on to have a fabulous career as an Abercrombie and Fitch model, or as the pool boy of some wealthy Notre Dame cougar alum, but he is not long for this league.