Summary
Pittsburgh won the "game" if you can call it that, 13-9. The contest was televised from M&T Bank Stadium in Baltimore, Md. I have made the trip to Baltimore for the last nine years and I didn't make much effort this year because like most of those who will admit it, I did not want to waste a seat on plane or deny some rabid fan a warm, hard bed in one of the metro's "fine" hotels. I also did not even remotely miss being imprisoned in a cab somewhere along the Baltimore-D.C. beltway stuck in traffic, sweating, praying and trying to motivate my cabbie from Bangladesh or other parts unknown with my best imitation of broken English to drive faster so that I would make it to the airport on time to board my return flight to Pittsburgh.
I am also a nature lover. For much of the rubber match against the "dirty birds" and oftentimes during the 2008 season the Steelers starting quarterback Ben Roethlisberger appeared as if he was a huge, green immobile caterpillar crawling around without camouflage or protection, vulnerable, just another meal-inwait for the nearest "Raven." But wait, somehow, someway Big Ben was able to make it to his cocoon with time running out in the game and possibly for the season. Roethlisberger reemerged as a monarch butterfly leaving its protective covering, no longer the fat, sluggish and clumsy creature that had entered the chamber and for all intents and purposes his metamorphosis denied the "birds of prey" from B-more a certain and easy meal. He directed a drive that can only be described as surreal.See the full content of this document
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Rite of Passage
I watched a football game on Sunday, Dec. 14. Not the way I normally view a game which is in the press box at the venue where it is played but on my trusted 19-inch Magnavox complete with a remote that I haven't seen or touched in months. It was all about "man...
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