The drive of Joe Flacco’s life didn’t begin in hostile Heinz Field or even in a stadium. It originated in the predawn hours of June 13 at his home in Owings Mills following a phone call from his wife, Dana, and concluded 135 minutes later in a hospital room in Voorhees, NJ.
“At a quarter to five in the morning she called me and was like, ‘I haven’t gotten any sleep all night, I’ve been debating calling you for two hours. I think it’s time,’” he says six weeks later, at ease on a couch in an office at the Ravens’ Under Armour Performance Center. “So I was like, ‘Call your mom up, call your doctor, see what they say.’ They told her, ‘Take your time but come in.’ She got in around 6:30 and they told her, ‘It’s time, you’re staying.’”
Flacco was excused from practice, jumped into his Ford F-150 and raced up I-95. “I left here at like 6:45 in the morning and got up there around 9.”
The NFL’s most-successful-yet-still-curiously-maligned quarterback was determined to witness the birth of his first child.
“Everybody was [asking] me, ‘Are you gonna look? You don’t want to do that,’” he says. “I was like, ‘I’m definitely looking.’ I was right there on the side of the bed, I watched the whole entire thing, from the time when you could barely see his head to the time he was out. It was pretty cool to see him come out.”
A slight smile creeps onto Flacco’s face as he recounts the day, his most momentous one in a year filled with them. Throughout a season that included a scintillating comeback in Pittsburgh and a heartbreaking playoff loss in New England, criticism from within the organization and a media-driven “controversy” fueled by his candor—not to mention, contract negotiations that seemingly devolved from complicated to contentious—Flacco’s public demeanor remained unchanged.
It’s all white noise to the impossibly even-keeled QB, who thrives on the steadiness that so maddens fans who mistake it for stoicism.
“We taught him never let anybody see you sweat,” says his father, Steve, for whom Joe and his high-school sweetheart Dana named their son Stephen. It’s a lesson Flacco, 27, has leaned on throughout his unlikely career, one that’s won him an unprecedented number of football games but no popularity contests.
“My dad’s my best friend,” he says. “The biggest thing he preached was being tough. I think a tough guy doesn’t really show many emotions. Not to say that I don’t have emotion, because that’s not true. But when things are going bad, as a leader, you can’t act like anything is wrong. You go out there and take each snap like it’s the same, no matter what the score is, no matter what happened on the last play. It’s just the way I was brought up, it’s the way my parents are. You definitely end up more like them than you admit.”
“Until I got here, they hadn’t won a playoff game since the Super Bowl year. Every year we’ve won a playoff game. It’s not what we want to do overall, but we’ve had very good seasons.”
If that’s true—and most of us eventually concede that it is—then, throughout his life, little Stephen Flacco, like his daddy, will cherish two things above all others: family and football.
Of the NFL’s 32 starting quarterbacks, Joe Flacco may be the only one who’s been ribbed his entire life for having a big head—literally.
“His head was always humungous for his body,” says his brother, Mike, a baseball player in the Orioles minor-league system.
“They call him the Kingdome, the Superdome,” his father says. “When he was a sophomore in high school he was six-four, 165 pounds with a size 7 ½ head.”
The oldest of five boys and a girl, Joe seldom got into trouble throughout his childhood in Audubon, NJ, a suburb of Philadelphia.
“He was very responsible,” his mother, Karen, says. “He was known as Father Joe.”
Baseball was Flacco’s sport of choice until seventh grade when Steve, a former running back at the University of Pennsylvania, allowed him to try football.
“Because I started so late, by the time I got there, they already had kids who had been playing quarterback, so I played running back, tight end, receiver,” Flacco says. “I always had a knack for throwing the ball. I can’t remember a time when we didn’t go out and mess around and play football as much as we could. I always had a pretty good arm, so I knew I wanted to play quarterback.”
In high school, Flacco shot up to over six feet, the first in the family to eclipse the mark. His father is 5-feet-11-inches, his mother 5-feet-6. Despite putting up gaudy numbers—he once threw for more than 450 yards and three touchdowns and ran for two more in a 67-35 loss—Flacco received only a smattering of scholarship offers. He accepted one to the University of Pittsburgh.
After redshirting his freshman year and serving as a backup his sophomore season, Flacco transferred to the University of Delaware, much to Pitt’s chagrin, where he figured he’d have a better chance to play, even if it wasn’t in the spotlight of Division I-A. “Joe is a tremendously gifted athlete,” Delaware coach K.C. Keeler says. “He’s just got a world of talent, and you could see that very quickly when he got here.”
Because Pitt was upset that Flacco transferred, the school chose not to release him, forcing him to sit out a season. When he got a chance on the field, Flacco led Delaware to the Division I-AA national title game his senior year, smashing school records in the process. NFL scouts started showing up in droves.
“I remember Joe calling me during the whole draft process, and he was a little upset because [Ravens general manager] Ozzie Newsome had called two or three times and had asked why he wasn’t a captain,” Keeler says. “It was one of those strange years where we had a consensus All-American tailback, who was a four-year starter for us, and we had an All-American offensive lineman. Those two guys were voted the offensive captains.
“But the team was Joe’s. He said, ‘Can someone tell
those guys with the Ravens that this was my team?’ The best thing I said
was this team took on Joe’s personality; it never ever panicked. It
played with a steady belief in itself. It never got too high or too
Apparently, Newsome was convinced.
Baltimore took Flacco
in the first round of the 2008 draft, making him only the second
Division I-AA quarterback in history drafted that high. When the season
started, Flacco was under center.
“Obviously I didn’t know as much as I know now, but I think the biggest thing for me as a young kid was to calm my mind down and say, ‘Hey, it’s football, go out and play,’” he says. “When I was a rookie, I didn’t want to come in here and step on people’s toes and act like I was some big deal. I felt like I had to prove myself.”
Flacco and a fellow rookie, head coach John Harbaugh, led the Ravens to the AFC Championship game, and both were praised for exhibiting poise beyond their years. Yet, as the victories kept coming—Flacco’s 44 regular season wins are the most by a starting quarterback in his first four years in the NFL—his reputation morphed from a stable leader to a “game manager” incapable of using his arm to lead the defensively-strong and run-oriented Ravens to victory.
“I don’t think there’s any other quarterback besides Aaron Rodgers that can throw the ball the way that he can.”
“Sometimes I think people perceive [the team] a certain way just because that’s what we’ve been over the last 10 years,” he says. “Well, you know what? Until I got here, until John Harbaugh got here, they hadn’t won a playoff game since the Super Bowl year. Every year we’ve been here we’ve won a playoff game. It’s not what we want to do overall, but we’ve had very good seasons.”
None better than last, when Baltimore swept the Steelers, won the AFC North division and came within one late dropped pass of making it to the Super Bowl. Yet Flacco’s play still was criticized. After a playoff win against Houston in which Flacco put up pedestrian numbers, Ravens safety Ed Reed said it didn’t appear his quarterback “had a hold on the offense.”
Flacco nonchalantly brushed aside the comment and proceeded to outplay Patriots legend Tom Brady the next week.
In April, Flacco appeared on local sports radio station WNST and was asked if he considered himself a top-five quarterback.
“Without a doubt,” he responded. “What do you expect me to say? I assume everybody thinks they’re a top-five quarterback. I mean, I think I’m the best. I don’t think I’m top five, I think I’m the best. I don’t think I’d be very successful at my job if I didn’t feel that way. I mean, come on.”
Hardly a shocking answer, yet one that created a firestorm. Anti-Flaccoites rolled their eyes, noting that his 2011 QB rating was 14th (out of 34 players). Of the more than 95,000 votes in a SportsNation online poll, 61 percent indicated Flacco was not an “elite” quarterback. Whatever that means.
“Joe doesn’t play games, he’s going to tell you honestly how he feels,” Delaware coach Keeler says. “It’s not like, ‘Okay, what would sound best in a sound bite?’ It’s not that he’s not savvy—he is as smart as the day is long—but he’s not going to compromise his belief system. [His attitude is] I know you’re going to take the sound bite and use it however you want, but I’m not going to change who I am. Like it or leave it, this is who I am.”
Perhaps Flacco’s quiet disposition contributes to the way he is perceived. Fans screaming at their TVs like to see similar outward emotion from their heroes.
“Unless you are in the locker room or you know me, it’s tough to get a read from me because I’m not a very outgoing person,” he says. “I’m not really vocal in the way a rah-rah kind of guy is. I don’t think [leadership] is when things are going bad let’s go yell at somebody and get them fired up. I think we’re a bunch of professionals. If we’re not fired up, something’s wrong. A pep talk ain’t gonna do anything for anybody. Pregame speeches on Saturday night, I don’t think they do anything, so I’m not gonna do them. When it all comes down to it, we all have to have a little bit of self-motivation, and when Sunday comes, we have to be able to turn the switch on. If we can’t do that, we shouldn’t be professional football players.”
Matt Birk, Flacco’s center for three years, sees Joe’s stoicism as an advantage. “Joe’s always been Joe,” he says. “Joe might be a little bit quieter, but, at the same time, when Joe does speak up, he’s doing it because he has something to say. It’s kind of like the old E.F. Hutton ad: When Joe talks, people listen.”
Flacco’s record speaks for itself. Since 2008, he has won more games than any quarterback in the league.
Phil Simms knows a little something about winning. He earned two Super Bowl rings quarterbacking the New York Giants, and is CBS Sports’ lead NFL color commentator.
“If you put Joe Flacco in a quarterback-driven offense with a franchise and a head coach and an owner . . . who’s behind him, he would throw up numbers that are [impressive] just like all these other guys,” he told SiriusXM NFL Radio in July. “But he’s not on that type of team, he’s not [with] that type of head coach. What he does with that organization for that football team, I think, is as good as anybody else in the league.”
Rob Agnone played with Flacco at
both Pitt and Delaware. He spent a season with the Patriots, which makes
his analysis of Flacco that much more striking.
“He has more natural God-given talent than any of the quarterbacks I’ve played with. It’s not even close,” he says. “Tom Brady is by far the best quarterback in the NFL, there’s no doubt about it, but just going off God-given talent, arm strength, accuracy, I feel Joe has more ability than him. He hasn’t proven it with [big] wins, and I think Joe would tell you the same thing. He’s got to win the Super Bowl to be in that level, but he has the talent to do it.”
Ravens wide receiver Anquan Boldin, who played with future Hall of Fame quarterback Kurt Warner in Arizona, agrees.
“I don’t think there’s any other quarterback besides Aaron Rodgers that can throw the ball the way that he can,” he says. “He can make any throw on the football field, from hash to sidelines, deep balls, you name it. I definitely think he’s a top five quarterback. But he don’t care about all that.”
Flacco is uninterested in the debate. His confidence is iron-clad, his skin thick. He claims not to watch ESPN, instead preferring to keep up with the Kardashians or other reality shows with Dana.
“I don’t care how much respect I’m getting in the media, as long as I feel like the people in this building respect me, then I’m cool,” he says. “If it ever came to a point where I didn’t feel that way, that’s when I’d feel a little bit hurt.”
“We all, at some point, started to play this game because it was fun. We lose track of that.”
Maybe 2012 will be Flacco’s breakout year. The Ravens are using a more wide-open offense; his first pass of the season was a beautiful 52-yard bomb to Torrey Smith. Could that have been a harbinger of things to come, or is Flacco destined to be remembered as Trent Dilfer is, a quarterback the Ravens won in spite of?
“If that’s what people say, that’s what people will say, it doesn’t mean it’s the truth,” he says defiantly yet not angrily. “I hope we throw for 5,000 yards and win the Super Bowl. I don’t want to be throwing for 150 yards a game and winning. I’ll take it, but I feel that I give us the best chance of winning, doing what I do best.”
Such is Flacco’s complicated relationship with Baltimore that when he cancelled his annual appearance at the Special Olympics’ Polar Bear Plunge just a few days after the New England loss to spend time with his pregnant wife, some actually ripped him apart.
Adam Hays was not among them. A 28-year-old Special Olympian from Frederick, Hays has met Flacco several times at events, including a casino-night fundraiser a few weeks before the Ravens hosted him at training camp this summer.
“When Joe came by what was really exciting for me was to hear him say, ‘Nice to see you again.’” says Hays, who wears a Flacco No. 5 jersey during Ravens games. “He’s very cool, and it seems like he’s very relaxed. He seems like he’s very kind to everyone that he comes in contact with. When I look around at my fellow athletes seeing that Joe and the Ravens take their time out to help show us the skills in football and just to be with us, it shows that they think of people with intellectual disabilities as athletes out on the field. It really means a lot that they see past those barriers.”
Flacco seems unaware that his mere presence has such an impact on people’s lives. He politely deflects a question about his work with the Special Olympics, saying it’s something he enjoys immensely.
“It’s cool to see the athletes out there having fun,” he says. “We all, at some point, started to play this game because it was fun. We lose track of that.”
Throughout his career, he has never lost track of who he is. He’s a father, a husband, a son, a brother. He’s extremely confident in his athletic abilities. He’s a winner.
What he’s not is an actor. His work for Pizza Hut makes Ray Rice’s commercial performances look downright De Niro-esque.
“I feel completely awkward doing that stuff, but, sometimes, it’s too good to turn down,” he says. “I turn off [my ads] as soon as I see them. If I’m in the car and I hear my voice on the radio, I turn the station.”
Flacco recently bought a house in New Jersey a mile from both his parents’ and Dana’s. His folks attend every home game, and, before Stephen arrived, the family used to hit a diner afterwards, win or lose. He’s so comfortable in his own skin that he describes himself as a “pretty boring person,” who likes to “play a little golf and hang out with the family.” Not exactly Tom-and-Gisele tabloid fodder.
“He’s always here after hours in the building, up by himself watching film, making sure he knows the defensive looks, making sure he’s got a leg up on the competition,” says tight end and close friend Dennis Pitta. “Every time I get here, his car’s in the parking lot, and every time I leave, it’s still here.”
When he climbs back into the driver’s seat after another long day, Flacco heads to an ever-growing household. His younger brother, Brian, and nephew, David, are living with him, Dana, and Stephen, and it’s a safe bet that the family will expand soon.
“I can’t imagine not having a good amount of people in the house,” he says, his voice thick with a South Jersey drawl. “I’m not saying I need six kids, but I wouldn’t complain if we get to that point.”
Is he a top-five quarterback? Let others waste their time with meaningless lists. Joe Flacco’s got work to do, games to win.
And a family to get home to.