In Eleven Seconds…It all fell apart.
I have been watching the Steelers since they had ZERO Rings. That is the single most Frustrating Loss I have ever witnessed.
After I sat in Stunned silence and watched Demaryius Run down the I will forever call it Mile High Stadium (Used to be Invesco until the financial markets crumbled and Sports Authority swooped in and Tagged their name all over the place) stadium I felt the desire to watch another NFL game Fleeing right along with him.
Eleven Seconds. And no more Super Bowl…Didn’t even want to watch.
It wasn’t just because it was Tim Tebow. It was because…the whole thing seemed so avoidable.
With all the injuries…and there Were.a.Bunch. The game was right there. Ben Did what Ben does.
- Dramatize every Bump and Bruise
- play his heart out
- Make the obligatory WTF mistake
- Find a Way
Even at 20-6 and 23-13…I knew They had it in them.
The defense…What do I say about the defense?
Dick LeBeau showed Exactly what he thought of all the Tebow Mania. Not very much. He rolled the safeties up and played press Coverage on the outside. When it worked…it was text book. But when it DIDN’T? It was worse than anything I have ever seen watching a Steelers Football game.
If the Steelers had any respect for Tebow’s Passing ability, Four to Five of the Seven significant passes he made Would never have happened. Every time he flinched in the pocket, Coverage Broke Down.
Ike Taylor, bless his heart…his game film will be worse than 2 Girls 1 Cup. (No, I’m not linking that)
Which leads me to my final and most Critical point.
When Troy Polamalu gets his Bust in Canton…it Should have Ryan Clark’s head on it also.
Either Troy Polamalu has never guessed so wrong so often in his entire career, or Ryan Clark has spent his career Covering Troy’s ass.
Ryan Mundy played admirably in Clark’s place…but he is not schooled in Covering up for Troy’s freelancing.
If we have learned nothing else as Steelers Fans…it is this. 43 is only 43 when 25 is next to him.
Which Brings me to Mr. Tebow.
I have already reached my quota on Emo Football analysis, so I will spare you the gory details.
But I didn’t see a prodigious Passing performance…I saw a man who capitalized when mistakes were made.
And BOY, were mistakes made.
A legend is gone.
No individual local sportscaster represented his hometown team like Myron Cope. You can name all the names you want…you aint touchin’ Mr. Cope.
I met Mr. Cope once downtown (dahntahn for you Yinzers). They don’t really come much nicer than him.
Even if his voice annoyed you to no end(and it did) Myron Cope is a legend to anyone who is from Pittsburgh or reps the Steelers.
Younger Steelers fans and Fans not from Pittsburgh don’t really understand the Love/Nails on the Chalkboard relationship that most Black Pittsburghers have with Myron Cope.
We thought it was much ado about not a whole lot, but such is the nature of growing up Black in Pittsburgh. Sometimes he seemed Bigger than the players to Pittsburgh, and that annoyed us, but in the same way, Billy Conn is bigger than Joe Louis, depending on who you ask. It was just the way it was. We didn’t complain, we just gave him his space and loved him from afar.
My mother banned his sports talk show from the house, because his voice was just THAT annoying.
But even she had to shed a lil tear today.
We all did.
And then we dried our tears with the Terrible Towel, cause he would have wanted it that way.
Rest In Peace, Mr. Cope.