Dear Jesse Minter: The ‘Super Bowl or bust’ Ravens mandate is now yours…good luck!

Dear Jesse:

You don’t need to win the press conference – and thank God for that!

Because after seven months of watching you stand behind a microphone in Owings Mills and tell us about standards and physicality and chasing improvement and getting better every day and great work and real work and competitive work and everybody becoming the best version of themselves, I’ve arrived at the first definitive judgment of the Jesse Minter era:

I will trust that you best be one hell of a football coach because, brother, you ain’t winning any press conferences to keep my focus or attention.

Not nor or ever, apparently…

And that’s OK.

Seriously.

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(I mean, hell, I’m not there any more anyway wasting my day…)

I don’t need another television or billboard star. I don’t need a quote machine. I don’t need my dude Brian Billick explaining the cosmos with a smirk, Rex Ryan setting fire to the room with bombast or John Harbaugh spending twelve minutes answering a question he didn’t want to answer without actually answering it.

The fans of the Baltimore Ravens and “the city” (and I say this tritely) need you to win.

You can give us the football equivalent of AI-generated oatmeal every Monday afternoon if there is a Lombardi Trophy sitting in Owings Mills in February.

The Ravens didn’t hire you to entertain me or even “real” reporters like Jamison Hensley and Jeff Zrebiec.

They hired you to fix the building and maximize that output of 53 football machines dressed as purple men every Sunday at 1 p.m.

And we should establish exactly what this is before everybody starts singing ‘Seven Nation Army’ again and convincing themselves that 11 wins and a wild-card victory constitute progress.

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John Harbaugh won 180 regular-season games here – and a Super Bowl trophy (OK, barely). ‘Harbs’ went to the playoffs 12 times. He gave this franchise 18 years of stability and credibility and, for a very long time, excellent football.

And Steve Bisciotti fired him.

And not because the Baltimore Ravens suddenly became the Cleveland Browns.

Because this group of core players became chronic underachievers.

The final indignity was an 8-9 season, an ugly 3-6 record at M&T Bank Stadium – the worst home record in the 30-year history of the franchise, including the 27 in my PSLs in Section 513 before Chad Steele threw me out – and that miserable 26-24 ending in Pittsburgh that left January football to everybody else.

(I do love that Mike Tomlin’s last act as the Steelers head coach was leaving me a free ticket to the game so I could see him beat Harbaugh’s lying ass just one more time on the way out the door.)

That’s the context of your employment, along with not having to meet me or answer any of my amateur questions after doing this work for 42 years professionally in this city that you’re renting.

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Jesse, you are not replacing a bum. Hell, the New York Football Giants gave him five times the amount of guaranteed money that Big-Schotti just gave you to fix an operation in far worse position.

Coach Minter, you are replacing an integrity-free man who will someday have his name in the Ring of Honor because the organization decided that what he was delivering on game day no longer measured as good enough to be there this Sunday.

That distinction matters.

It means 10-7 isn’t the goal.

It means sneaking into January isn’t the goal.

It means winning a playoff game isn’t some parade-worthy renaissance, quite frankly like it would be for Harbaugh up in the swamps of Jersey.

Back in February, before Eric DeCosta ever started spending Steve Bisciotti’s money, Luke Jones and I were talking about how we would measure you and I said it plainly: you better win two playoff games in January. At the very least, you better be playing in a conference championship game.

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Because otherwise, why did everybody get fired?

That’s not unfair pressure, Jesse; that’s simply the current job description here right now.

Your own bosses said it when they introduced you. Sashi Brown, another guy who is afraid of real questions from men like me who would challenge him about plenty of i$$ue$ regarding the franchi$e’$ hall pass in my city, stood there and told Baltimore that this organization has the talent to pursue championships now. You talked about taking this roster and building a team capable of winning championships. Eric DeCosta told us you blew them away during the interview process. Steve Bisciotti said you could inspire players to championship levels.

Fine. That was last winter.

Then let’s stop pretending this is Year One of some inspired rebuild.

This is Year Eight of Lamar Jackson, just like the front and back of his jersey.

And, that’s the only clock that really matters.

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I laughed back in February when I called you the “best of all of the ghosts” of the much-maligned Harbaugh brothers and their eccentricities, arrogance and patent dishonesty about anything their now-vast checkbook and petulant and petty grievances allows them.

But I meant it.

You worked for John Harbaugh here from 2017 through 2020. You went to Michigan and ran Jim Harbaugh’s defense in 2022 and 2023. Then you followed Jim to El Segundo and ran his Chargers defense for two more seasons before coming “home” for this large assignment and pay day in Baltimore.

John even texted you during the Ravens coaching search and told you they should hire you. (He once told me that I should be on TV and that his agent would help me, so his plaudits carry the same weight as his orange pedophile hero in the White House.)

This isn’t exactly a palace coup you’re running out in Owings Mills. It’s more like the Harbaugh University handing the dean’s office to one of its better graduates.

Anthony Levine is back. Anthony Weaver is back. There are familiar philosophies, familiar relationships, familiar football DNA everywhere. As I said on the air in February, this organization didn’t want a heart transplant. It wanted a new king. The philosophy was never being thrown into the Chesapeake.

And there is nothing inherently wrong with that.

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‘The Harbaugh Way’ won a hell of a lot of football games.

Mike Macdonald took plenty of that education with him and went off and did rather well for himself in Seattle so far this calendar year.

But here’s where I need the Jesse Minter era to be distinctly different. And I’m not sure what I make of it thus far because you haven’t had the dignity to even shake my hand.

But I’ll be watching you like a Raven, boss…

Tell the truth.

Own the mistakes.

Don’t hide. (Even though your organizational cowardice is apparent to me or I’d be at your presser on Monday smiling and asking better questions than even Jerry Coleman!)

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Don’t insult the intelligence of the people watching the games.

Don’t give us 13 minutes about “execution” when everybody in Baltimore just watched a coaching decision blow up on national television.

John Harbaugh and I have enough history regarding honesty, accountability and access to fill several bookshelves. My issues with him were never simply whether he understood cover-two or knew when to challenge a catch. Eventually, the football operation became too comfortable explaining its failures in language specifically engineered to reveal almost nothing.

Oh, and willing to cover up any alleged crimes or misdemeanors or Miss Whatever Her Name Was, which is the standard for how women have been treated by the $10 billion franchise of Steven J. Bisciotti, the Florida yacht guy.

I even know how you treat the female reporters in your midst and its sickening and beyond unprofessional.

So, hi ya, new coach!

It’s a new day and a new opportunity. Harbaugh lowered his own bar low enough to escape out the side door in Owings Mills, get a huge payday in New York and leave you with the remnants of an underachieving outfit full of guys who are the kinda dudes who would run out the side door of a January playoff game after dropping the game-winning catch.

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I’m giving you the clean sheet.

Well, mostly.

Because there is also Michigan, where they ummmm, broke a few rules.

And if I’m going to bring it up, I’m going to be precise.

The NCAA did not find that you participated in Connor Stalions’ impermissible off-campus scouting operation. I’m not hanging somebody else’s violation around your neck because that’s convenient rhetoric.

But your hands weren’t perfectly spotless in Ann Arbor, either.

The NCAA documented that you sent 18 impermissible text messages to a recruit before the allowable contact period in 2023. You knew the prospect’s graduation class. Michigan’s recruiting director reminded you of the rule. You subsequently sent three more messages. When questioned by NCAA enforcement in 2024, you acknowledged what you had done and accepted responsibility. The case produced a Level II violation and a one-year show-cause order that expired in December 2025.

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Meanwhile, the larger Michigan operation under Jim Harbaugh (yeah, I know him, too!) became one of the ugliest compliance messes in recent college football, with the NCAA ultimately finding a widespread impermissible scouting scheme and assessing Harbaugh a 10-year show-cause penalty.

So, no, I won’t call you out on Connor Stalions fully…

But I’m also not going to pretend you spent two years at choir practice with the sleaze of the Harbaugh family name that I know all too well – personally, and professionally – which is why Chad Steele won’t let you ever meet me.

Ahh, it’s football, right?

If you ain’t cheatin’ then you ain’t tryin’ when you’re competing with them SEC boys!

Eh, you dabbled.

You got caught.

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You admitted it.

Good.

Now bring that final part to Baltimore.

Accountability. (Ya know, beyond locking legitimate media members out of press conferences and trying to intimidate the ones who do attend…)

Because I can forgive a football coach for screwing up. I have a much tougher time with powerful people who believe accountability is something that applies only to the 53 guys wearing helmets, except when they’re scoping massage parlors all over the city looking to target young women for whatever-the-f**k-that-sleazy-s**t-was and can kick a football 60 yards.

Ray Rice. Justin Tucker. Zay Flowers. Rashod Bateman. At some point I catch on and women talk to me.

And this is where the excuses about emotional intelligence and integrity begin disappearing rapidly.

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Your “boss” Eric DeCosta had one of the wildest offseasons in franchise history.

Tyler Linderbaum walked to Las Vegas for three years and $81 million, resetting the center market at a staggering $27 million annually.

Then DeCosta did something the Ravens almost never do: he agreed to trade two first-round picks for Maxx Crosby. Crosby got to Baltimore, underwent the medical examination and the organization killed the deal over its concerns with his knee. For about 13 hours, Ravens Twitter had already fitted the man for a purple jacket and started planning the parade. Hell, Luke Jones and I were conducting the band for the Super Bowl bandwagon and clearing our 2027 January and February calendars!

Then, poof.

Two first-rounders returned to the drawer.

DeCosta said he was gutted. (He also told me that the Baltimore Ravens would never be sleazy enough to abscond my press credentials so I know what a tremendous liar he is personally.)

And what did EDC do next?

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He went shopping…

Trey Hendrickson: four years, $112 million, with $60 million fully guaranteed and incentives that can push the package to $120 million. A pass rusher who had 17½ sacks in consecutive seasons before injuries wrecked much of 2025. This isn’t the old Ravens waiting until May for some 33-year-old bargain whose market evaporated.

This is a franchise acting like its window is right now.

Then DeCosta used the 14th pick of the draft on Penn State guard Vega Ioane – the highest-drafted guard in Ravens history – after a 2025 offense that fell from first in the NFL to 16th and received inconsistent play in the interior offensive line.

Calais Campbell is ancient and back.

John Simpson is back, filling a massive hole on the interior of the offensive line.

There’s also upstart Ja’Kobi Lane bringing size to the receiving room, and there are young defensive pieces to feed your specialty.

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There is talent everywhere.

And there is one enormous flashing red light in the middle of the offense.

Center.

The organization decided it couldn’t or wouldn’t pay Linderbaum’s price. Danny Pinter appeared to be moving toward winning the job before tearing his patellar tendon during the Minnesota joint practices. Now Ethan Pocic and Jovaughn Gwyn are trying to become the next man snapping the football to the most important player in the history of the franchise, and less than two weeks before kickoff the offensive staff was still publicly calling that decision unsettled. We’ll see how Gwyn does and how the wisdom of Dwayne Ledford transports from Atlanta.

You want a real football concern?

There it is.

Because Declan Doyle is installing a new offense. Lamar Jackson is making protection calls. A rookie first-round guard is starting. Roger Rosengarten is still young. Derrick Henry needs lanes. And the guy touching the football before Lamar touches it is replacing a three-time Pro Bowler.

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And then there is Number Eight. Lamar. Lamar. Lamar.

With Lamar Jackson, you have a chance to win the Super Bowl.

Without Lamar Jackson, you don’t.

That’s the modern NFL arithmetic.

You inherit a two-time Most Valuable Player, Derrick Henry, Zay Flowers, an aging Mark Andrews, Rashod Bateman, Ronnie Stanley and a first-round mauler at guard.

As the defensive coordinator and play caller, your job isn’t to teach Lamar Jackson how to play quarterback. Your job is to construct the environment that allows the best version of Lamar Jackson to exist when the games get hardest.

January.

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Not next month against those creeps in Tennessee.

January.

Not against some busted secondary when Lamar is running around laughing and throwing five touchdowns against the Browns.

January.

When somebody punches the Ravens in the mouth, takes away the first read, bottles Henry, creates third-and-eight, steals a possession and turns the purple stadium tight on a winter night.

That’s where the previous regime kept falling short.

Can Declan Doyle keep the offense functional when the protection for Lamar isn’t perfect?

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Can you keep your hands off the offense while still demanding operational competence?

Can you protect Lamar without neutering the very athletic genius that makes Lamar special?

Can the Ravens stop looking like the most talented team walking back to the locker room wondering what the hell just happened after another unthinkable loss?

And can this franchise finally stop treating every Lamar contract negotiation like choosing a pope?

As of this week, DeCosta says he remains optimistic about another extension but still isn’t discussing the substance publicly. Jackson remains under contract, but the long-term business remains unfinished.

That’s Eric’s problem.

Getting Lamar to February is yours.

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Now, here’s the part where I’m bullish: if you’re as good as advertised, this defense ought to be nasty.

You are calling it yourself. That’s your choice. Anthony Weaver can be defensive coordinator, consigliere, sounding board and leader, but on Sunday afternoon the defensive calls belong to Jesse Minter.

Which means we won’t have to spend October wondering which defensive assistant is really responsible.

Good.

Trey Hendrickson is supposed to wreck quarterbacks.

Roquan Smith is getting paid handsomely to run the middle of the field.

Kyle Hamilton should be the most dangerous chess piece you own.

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Marlon Humphrey still knows how to play, at least that’s what he tells me on social media.

Nate Wiggins has the physical gifts to become a star.

Malaki Starks gives you another versatile safety.

Calais Campbell is apparently going to play football until we’re all dead.

And if Nnamdi Madubuike’s repaired neck allows him to become anything resembling the disruptive player he was before the injury, this front should be dramatically more dangerous than the group that couldn’t consistently move quarterbacks in the pocket last season. Someone better get Joe Burrow and Aaron Rodgers to the ground once the leaves fall.

And that’s your side of the ball.

If they’re average, I’m looking at you.

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If they’re confused, I’m looking at you.

If they’re blowing assignments in Week 12, I’m looking at you.

If the Ravens can’t get off the field on third-and-11 in Cincinnati on New Year’s Eve, I’m looking at you.

That’s what comes with calling the defense while sitting in the big chair.

You wanted both jobs.

Congratulations.

You have both jobs.

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And you’ve made some little leadership adjustments, which we’ll check off if you win.

You made permanent captains.

Lamar Jackson. Derrick Henry. Roquan Smith. Kyle Hamilton. Calais Campbell. (That’s quite a room, isn’t it?)

The players also describe you as conversational rather than volcanic when correcting them. They talk about details and understanding why a call is being made instead of simply being ordered into position.

Good. Different doesn’t have to mean louder. Leadership doesn’t require performative rage.

Maybe the quiet guy wins? Maybe your monotone is a feature, not a bug?

Maybe the football Rain Man stuff works wonderfully when there are 63 seconds left, one timeout, fourth-and-two and 70,000 people screaming?

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That’s when I’ll be listening and watching.

Because this franchise hasn’t lacked talent.

It hasn’t lacked facilities. It hasn’t lacked money. It hasn’t lacked an owner willing to spend.

It hasn’t lacked first-round draft picks, All-Pros, Pro Bowlers, MVP trophies, fancy analytics, giant video boards, expensive stadium improvements or self-congratulation about what a wonderful organization it is.

What it has lacked is another Lombardi Trophy.

Since February 3, 2013. That’s an unlucky thirteen years unless you make it lucky.

And that’s an eternity when your quarterback has won two MVP awards and your organization keeps telling everybody it’s built to win championships.

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So on Sunday at Lucas Oil Stadium, the honeymoon ends.

The Colts aren’t the Super Bowl.

Week One won’t determine whether you’re a great head coach.

But I remember what happened last year.

The Ravens started 1-5.

There is no redshirt season for Jesse Minter.

No six-week tutorial.

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No, “We’re learning a new system.”

That’s what July and August were for.

The Colts get the first look. Then New Orleans comes to Baltimore. Then you take this whole operation to Brazil to play Dallas.

Then Tennessee. Then Atlanta. Then Cleveland and Cincinnati.

That’s seven games and I don’t see a legit playoff team in the batch.

And before you know it, you’re in Buffalo on November 1 and nobody is asking whether Jesse Minter feels comfortable being an NFL head coach anymore.

When Lamar Jackson has a bad day, can you win anyway?

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When Derrick Henry has 11 carries and somebody asks why, will you answer the question?

When Doyle makes a lousy call, can you correct it without meddling?

When you make a lousy call, can you say, “That’s on me,” without bathing us in six minutes of football linguistics?

When an official screws you, can you move on quickly enough to manage the next play?

When a star player screws up, does the standard apply to him?

When the building gets tight in December because everybody remembers Buffalo and Pittsburgh and Kansas City and all of the previous January scar tissue, can you make them believe that this time is different?

You do seem like a calm sort, Jesse…well except when you’re belting out Eminem tunes.

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And when you lose – and you’re going to lose – that’s when I will learn about Jesse Minter?

That’s always been my favorite question about coaches and I met my first one with a notebook when you were six months old, young man. (It does crack me up that you are my son’s age…)

I learn almost nothing about people when everybody is winning.

Losing introduces you properly.

Welcome to Baltimore, Jesse.

I don’t need you to be John Harbaugh.

I don’t need you to be Jim Harbaugh.

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I don’t need you to be Mike Macdonald.

I don’t even particularly need you to be interesting.

Be Jesse Minter.

Call your defense.

Talk quietly.

Say “physicality” 400 times.

Tell us everybody had “a great day of work.”

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Chase improvement. Attack the standard. Become the best version of yourselves.

(Hell, have Chad Steele install the applause sign in the press room he’s always wanted for this phlegm.)

Just understand what the scoreboard is in Baltimore in 2026.

Steve Bisciotti fired a Super Bowl-winning coach with 180 victories because this football team wasn’t winning enough of the games that mattered anymore.

Eric DeCosta spent enormous money on a pass rusher, spent the 14th pick on a guard, kept most of a veteran championship-caliber core intact and handed you Lamar Jackson in his prime.

Sashi Brown told us the roster can pursue championships now.

You told us you’re building a team to win championships.

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So we’re all in agreement.

This isn’t a rebuild. This isn’t a transition year. This isn’t about creating a culture and someday seeing where it leads.

This is about taking Lamar Jackson to the Super Bowl.

And maybe winning the damn thing.

You don’t have to win the press conference, Jesse.

You have to win this football game.

Then then the next one, and another one.

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Then enough of them to get to January.

Then two more.

Then a third.

And if we’re sitting here in late January conducting another purple autopsy while everybody explains how proud they are of the season and how difficult it is to win in the National Football League, we’re going to have to confront a much more uncomfortable question:

Maybe John Harbaugh wasn’t the only problem.

Good luck, Coach Minter!

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Love,

“Nasty” Nestor

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