Ugh.
So this is what those devastating losses feel like. I forgot, it had been since like last December since I had one of those. I've been not really wanting to say anything about this whole "Michigan Football 8-0" thing. About the whole "BIGGEST GAME IN THE HISTORY OF EVER!" thing that's shaping up. Mostly because I don't really want to get my hopes too high. Last year will do that to you. Anyway, it's been nice. It's been great. But that's not my problem.
My problem is with the f-ing Steelers. It's been like one disaster after another since the championship parade. The Roethlisberger motorcycle crash and the Roethlisberger nearly bursting appendix thing. The Cowher is going to retire and move to North Carolina thing. Then the season began, and Roethlisberger came back and played like crap for the first few games. Now he's lighting the world on fire again, and he gets knocked out cold today, and out of the game. There's the defense being ranked nearly dead last. It's just ridiculous. I know I can't complain because they won the Superbowl last year. But dammit, I swear it seems like they're trying to kill me. Which brings me to today. Holy unbelievable shit, what a game. But we came out on the losing end because our defense, which sometimes is called "The Steel Curtain", couldn't have stopped my grandfather in a wheelchair today. It was a loss of the soul mangling variety. I'm nearly sick over it.
Was it really that long ago I was reading this newspaper in joyous disbelief?
My problem is with the f-ing Steelers. It's been like one disaster after another since the championship parade. The Roethlisberger motorcycle crash and the Roethlisberger nearly bursting appendix thing. The Cowher is going to retire and move to North Carolina thing. Then the season began, and Roethlisberger came back and played like crap for the first few games. Now he's lighting the world on fire again, and he gets knocked out cold today, and out of the game. There's the defense being ranked nearly dead last. It's just ridiculous. I know I can't complain because they won the Superbowl last year. But dammit, I swear it seems like they're trying to kill me. Which brings me to today. Holy unbelievable shit, what a game. But we came out on the losing end because our defense, which sometimes is called "The Steel Curtain", couldn't have stopped my grandfather in a wheelchair today. It was a loss of the soul mangling variety. I'm nearly sick over it.
Was it really that long ago I was reading this newspaper in joyous disbelief?