  Small town, big-time arm  The quarterback's buddy had an idea
for meeting girls.  He made a shirt that read "I'm Joe Flacco"
across the chest and wore it for a night out on the University
of Delaware campus. The guise of a future NFL draft pick would
have to improve his romantic fortunes, right?  Well, no.  Fellow
student after fellow student saw the shirt and asked, "Who's Joe
Flacco?"  The Ravens' No. 1 pick might have a rare arm, the kind
that can heave a football 80 yards or zing it on a flat
trajectory from pocket to sideline. He might be the most-talked-
about person in Baltimore this week. But one thing the small-
town New Jersey kid is not is a born celebrity.  "I could have
told him," Flacco said of his friend, "that it wasn't going to
work."  Flacco comes off as a dispassionate guy, one who almost
has to drag words from his mouth. He's so nonchalant that his
high school coach used to wonder whether he was paying attention
at practice. He has never owned a car. A plate of his mother's
lasagna and a g