If Martians had landed in Maryland over the weekend, and they'd learned about football on, say, Saturday night, they'd have been able to scheme for the Steelers' offense:
If you've seen it once, you've seen it 1,000 times: Joe Flacco rears back, heaves the ball high, and if the Ravens are being honest, they're hoping for a flag.
So I found out this week I'm paying $30 a year to watch NBA games on TV. And this flustered me way more than it should have.
Olli Maatta had no idea, I'm guessing, of the magnitude of the oxymoron that had just come from his mouth. And that was magnificently revealing in and of itself.
Evgeni Malkin's easy smack of a puck that found its way to him, at 8:33 of the third period, put the Penguins ahead for good in a 5-4 outgunning of...
So the thought occurred about midway through the first half Thursday night at Heinz Field: Why would any opponent ever, ever run the ball against Pitt?
Mike Sullivan had seen and heard enough. So he let out a roar. Which is precisely what the alpha-male in the pack tends to do.
In college, they teach Logic with a capital L. If one condensed the curriculum, it would look something like this.
This championship era for Pittsburgh's beloved hockey franchise didn't begin in 2009. No, this championship era began in June. Only not the June you're thinking.
The Steelers will be right to start Landry Jones against the Patriots. And yet, they'll be equally wrong.
So this probably means it's time to run the ball, right? Oh, wait. That time was Sunday afternoon.
Ten ticks were all that separated Ian Cole from the moment of a lifetime. And yet, for all that his outer sensations were screaming, he couldn't take his mind off...
Upon speaking with several folks inside the Penguins about Sidney Crosby's concussion, I can confidently share these five semi-conclusive stances.
Vince Williams piled up nine more tackles in the Steelers' 31-13 throttling of the Jets on yet another standard-is-the-standard Sunday, raising his total to 24 over two games.
"Beautiful day," this guy said, turning to his buddy on what legitimately was a beautiful day in our little corner of the world. "Wouldn't it have been nice for a...
"The thing is," David DeCastro was telling me late Sunday night at Heinz Field, "we can do even better." Yeah, agreed. That is the thing.
As Le'Veon Bell sprinted down the sideline, stringing along Kansas City defenders like an ice cream truck coasting at 15 mph by the neighborhood playground, the Steelers led by a...
Take your forefinger and thumb, and press them together. Like, really hard. That right there is the total yardage the Steelers' opponents have surrendered in sacks.