Actually, we had the house Poe was born in, which we knocked down in the 1960's because fuck Poe anyway. We needed the room for another frog pond. Smug drunkard. We had a few other things lying around we could name a football team after, like, oh, STARTING THE MOTHERFUCKING REVOLUTION U! S! A! U! S! A!
All Baltimore had is, what, getting shelled by the Brits in a war no one remembers? Yeah. Try naming a football team after that. So, you can cling to your sad little morbid man. You're welcome.
(Oh, and while we're at it, Philly, you're totally welcome for us sending you that perv Franklin.)