I have to admit, it does fit the pattern, Mr. MahiMike.
It seems our lot in life is to end most seasons in the .500 range. Not good enough to accomplish anything of merit, not bad enough to draft our way out of this mess.
When you consider just how we have performed compared to the Ravens, though, it is unlikely. We are an injured, baby sparrow and the Ravens are the juvenile delinquent who lives down the block who is destined to become a serial murderer and comes across our weak, frail, little bird body as it lies in the grass below our nest and glues our tiny, little feet to the sidewalk, sprays us with lighter fluid, and sets us ablaze.