The TV camera loves Ray Lewis, even after all these years. He's 35, in his 15th season, and still causing mayhem, forcing fumbles and intercepting passes for the 10--4 Ravens. He's even scored a touchdown. The respect he has from his peers is boundless—so much so that he has a network of players who text him seeking his counsel. When the games are over, Lewis can often be found in the locker room, his head and body wrapped in giant towels. He looks like an oracle, which, of course, he is.
This is an article from the Dec. 27, 2010 issue