It’s true. I live in the burnt orange city but I want everyone to know that no matter where I take up residence, I will always bleed purple. Not sure what that means? Let me put it in context for you. This Sunday the country will gather round the television to watch Super Bowl XLVII. Some will tune in for the epic brother vs brother coaching showdown, others for the commercials and to be honest, many just for Beyoncé. (That woman, I mean it’s just not fair.) But me? Oh I’ll be that crazy girl in the corner screaming “Go Ray-Ray!” (as in little Ray Rice, who is so skilled at breaking through a crowded scrimmage) as I root on my beloved Baltimore Ravens.