This unscheduled installment of Steelers Best Interest is brought to you result of our friend, Stosh, on Saturday night at PPG Paints Arena, lavishing me with a 24 oz. Iron City Light....which my son promptly drank!! Hey, Stosh...word to the wise, no one from Pittsburgh buys that shit. Us Yinzers always maintained it was brewed with Monongahela River water....at the heyday of the Steel industry. So, if you object to the resurrection of SBI, blame Stosh!!
More importantly, the Steelers dreadful loss to the Jagoffs on Sunday? Again...blame Stosh!! Let the record show, Steelers were up 9-7, had the ball, when Stosh and his son came to visit me and my boy in Section 517. While Stosh was in mid-sentence, it was pick-6 Jagoffs, and then the roof really fell in. So...Stosh, Barry Foster, aka Barney Rubble, from this esteemed website, was long regarded as a fuckin' jinx. He shook that mantle when he was present for the Steelers SB XLIII victory. You'll need to so something similar, my friend. All that said, was a pleasure meeting you and Ethan, Stosh!
Now...Steelers. Let's be clear on a couple of things that just ain't happening, one of which should have happened long ago:
*Steelers aren't siging Colin Kaepernick. No fuckin' way does Art II, with his family legacy, with his family's way of doing things, bring to Pittsburgh a guy who was last seen wearing Cops are Pigs socks. The North Side, Irish Rooneys, bringing to town a guy who disses cops, the flag and the national anthem. Ain't happening, don't even think about it.
*Steelers aren't firing Tomlin. And yes, this is the on that should have happened at least four years ago. Tell ya what!! The Catholic Church will fire the fuckin' Pope sooner than the Rooneys fire Tomlin. This dude has that kind of job security. No matter how much a dolt, how much a fuckin' idiot this guy reveals himself to be, this Head Coaching gig is his just as long as he wants it. Don't care how much he fucks up a two-minute drill....or a national anthem demo, no way the Rooneys dump Mikey T. All this bullshit though, about Tomlin needs to fire Haley. Hell...and all politics aside, it's like all the problems described with the Trump administration when everyone knows that the problem with the Trump administration is Trump!! Same thing with the Tomlin reign. First & goal from the 5...three consecutive passes....nuff said. And to boot, had these two guys sitting next to me, in row of four seats....never shut the fuck up the whole game. Insufferable!!
Thankfully, Pittsburgh has a kick-ass hockey team. Saturday night, I took in my first live Penguins game since Mario's rookie year, my son's first ever. He LOVED it....especially the fights. Sullivan and Rutherford are the alter egos of the Steelers brain trust. These two guys NEVER make the wrong move. Whether it's goalie changes, line switches, or bringing another badass wearing #75 to Pittsburgh, these dudes have the golden touch. And...the Penguins differ from the Steelers in one rather obvious way.
Penguins are run by Mario Lemieux...Steelers are run by The Douchebag Art II. It's like another rendition of...test your memory...."Joey....Jeremy." Remember that? Mario doesn't hesitate to shitcan a Stanley Cup winning coach who's not getting it done. Art II....Tomlin can fuck up from here to eternity....won't matter.
Speaking of Joey Porter. One of my absolute pet peeves on this esteemed website are those of you who think you can judge the effectiveness of position coaches. None of you knows shit about how good Joey Porter, or John Mitchell or Jerry Fuckin' Olsavsky is (he's not still around, is he?). We have enough info. on which to judge the performance of a Head Coach, or Coordinators. But position coaches....none of use, me included, have a goddamn clue whether Kevin Greene would be a better LB coach than Peezy. I DO know this. Were it not for Peezy, we lose to the Bungals in the playoffs two years ago. Now THAT would have been an embarrassment, moreso than Sunday's putrid effort against the Jagoffs.
I sat in the lower end zone of Pitt Stadium for the first time in 1965, cost $4 for a lower EZ ducat vs. $3 if one where willing to scale the entirety of Cardiac Hill. Steelers lost the season opener to the Packers, 41-9. This game was worse than that, worse than a 31-3 pasting at the hands of the Redskins later that year, worse than the home finale that year wherein Tommy Wade threw seven picks and Bill Nelson, in relief, threw another pair (Oh..Ben might have surpassed that on Sunday had there been another five min to play). It was actually worse than the mother-fuckin' Fog Bowl of 1996 at Foxboro!! Zero to cheer for.
Me and my boy still had a helluva weekend though....Roman Bistro in Forest Hills on Friday night, awesome ago eatery. Then, I was dragged to the Meadows casino against my will. Anthony lost the $20 that his old man gave him in about five minutes time. From then on, it was observation of the assorted douchebaggery trying to strike it rich, all the while dragging along oxygen tanks while chain-smoking Marlboros. Oh...we had picked up a Vinny Pie on Friday night, just a hop down Ardmore Boulevard from the Bistro. We dined on the Canadian Bacon pie on Saturday afternoon as we watched Penn State best Northwestern, the Illinois Intellectuals adorned in the most god-awful uniforms.....purple shirts, blue pants....what the hell is that!! Even I know better. Then it was Penguins in a shutout win on Saturday night after a good walk around Point Park. Sunday morning brought about three drinks each at JB's Grille 36, commencing our imbibing around 9:30am. Post-game, it was the Original Oyster House for a Monster Fish sandwich with fries and onion rings. So...was quite the gastro weekend, split the sporting events, and an absolutely horrendous drive back to drop off Anthony at his NYC abode....abode meaning an $1800/month studio atop some Chinese joint.
Anyway, good time was had by all....and don't forget....blame Stosh!!!
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