"This was about the greatest of all the Steelers, about Mr. Steeler," Willie Gay was telling me as the clock approached midnight but Heinz Field's home locker room was still...
"It's hard," James Conner was fairly whispering, followed by the most uncomfortable of pauses. "We wanted to win. We wanted this."
Sidney Crosby could have spun away, whirled and twirled and dazzled and deked, as he did to no avail all through the Stanley Cup playoffs last spring.
If the Steelers lose the rematch with the rival Ravens this weekend, here's betting it won't be because of the offense.
Hockey can be a graceful game. The world's greatest athletes glide at warp speed, their skill, their strength and thought processes operating somehow even faster.
Truth be told, there never really has been any myth, any mystique to the Steelers. At least not the authentic brand.
They don't do this for a living. But for a tiny handful, they never will. It's intramural ball, only with fancy uniforms, NFL-scale stadiums and national TV.
The nose tackle, as defined by his place on the field, is supposed to be swarmed by the opposition, surrounded by his supporting cast. He's at the center of it...
It was Friday the 13th in May of 2011, and the Pirates were in Milwaukee's Miller Park, their own house of horrors that never needed a Freddy because the final...
So here was the head coach in the interview room at Heinz Field, facing off with reporters, fielding question after question about this shortcoming or that.
Minutes after the Steelers sprint out of the tunnel Monday night at Heinz Field, there will exist at least a chance to witness something truly special.
Football players can't be taught to hit hard. They've either been doing it their whole lives, they either love doing it, or they never will.
Sometimes it really isn't about strategy or sweat or even an egregious Evgeni Malkin giveaway.
It was April 28, and Brandon Sutter sat pretty much stone-faced at his stall in Columbus' cramped visitors' locker room. Unlaced his skates.
James Conner has a blunt philosophy when it comes to facing blitzing defenses, and it's one that's best evident in the slight smirk he'll betray as he describes it.
When will Ben Roethlisberger blow his top? And really, why hasn't he done so already? I'm left with a litany of questions, criticisms and outright kicks to the teeth.
The horn sounded on the 48th NHL opener to be played on Pittsburgh ice Thursday, and the big board at Consol Energy Center showed a 6-4 victory over the Ducks.
Parsing the words of professional coaches and athletes, even polished executives, is almost always a fool's errand. These people are quoted more than the president.
They had the top two talents in the game, and yet engulfed the group with a system so complex, so inflexible it would cause a teenage Scotty Bowman to think...
If any scoreboard were capable of getting away with a lie, it sure wouldn't be here. Not with the world's two largest scoreboards having just been installed at EverBank Field.
There's nothing pioneering about prioritizing puck possession in hockey. It's never come with some big eureka moment. It's never required any meaningful statistical measure.
There was precious little moping after the Pirates' 2014 season finally ran out of comebacks late Wednesday. Certainly not in PNC Park's home clubhouse.
The most sickening sound in PNC Park history, by my highly unofficial reckoning, came on the afternoon of April 22, 2010.
Hey, baseball, welcome back! Been a while, but not too long, right? We'll trust you're having an easier time navigating our tunnels and bridges and roads.
Brad Wing's head was buried deep in his stall, both hands draping that surfer-dude hair, maybe even clenching. It was hard to tell. No body part was so much as...
So riddle me this: If the University of Pittsburgh's football program can't take its own schedule seriously, why should anyone else?