AUDUBON, N.J. -- 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 game on television equal a perfect evening.
Flacco's younger brothers can't believe their friends regard him as a big deal.
"They still think he's just a big dork," said his mom, Karen.
"People aren't going to know who I am," Baltimore's newest quarterback hope said. "I'm not that kind of person."
Flacco, 23, and his family really aren't used to the attention afforded first-round quarterbacks.
"Do you know how big this is for us?" asked his father, Steve, fielding questions from Baltimore reporters last weekend as he watched his son's face pop up on television screens in the background.
Flacco was a good recruit out of Audubon High, but unlike the quarterbacks drafted directly behind him, Brian Brohm and Chad Henne, he never drew lavish attention from Southern California or Florida or Michigan.
He rarely made a headline at Pittsburgh until he asked to transfer and coach Dave Wannstedt declined to release him from his scholarship.
Even when his career bloomed at Division I-AA Delaware, ESPN wasn't exactly beating down the door.
Word of Flacco's promise spread the old-fashioned way. "You've got to see this kid at Delaware," one scout told the next.
What they glimpsed when they arrived at the 22,000-seat stadium in Newark was a 6-foot-6 giant who could whip off any throw the pro game might require.
