|Written by Cotter|
|August 20, 2013 08:36|
[from what I understand went on last night, this seems like an appropriate image to sum things up]
So, let me just talk to you guys briefly about my day yesterday.
I wake up bright and early, full-on zombie mode going through the motions of getting ready for work. Just another Monday morning, lamenting the fact that only 12 hours prior, I was sipping a tasty cocktail in my kitchen with my fiancee, not a care in the world.
Then, I remember there's a Steeler game tonight.
Even the fact that it's only a glorified scrimmage, and that I have a 9:30 AM presentation can't bring me down.
So I mow down the preso, and slog through hours of meetings, work, twittering, and cruising reddit for all the hottest links the world wide web has to offer. Then, at around 5:30, with a solid escape plan in place and visions dancing around in my head of my ass parked on the couch with a drink and a smile, this happens...
Dude, are you kidding?
MAYBE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME WHEN I SAID I WAS A HUGE STEELER FAN!
Unreal troll move by my soulless co-workers.
So, net net - instead of watching the Steelers play the Racistskins, I was on the horn with Australia, presenting at 8 PM, whilst the Steelers were taking the field in Washington for whatever you'd call last night's game.
I guess the good news is that apparently it was a game to miss.
And the bad news is that apparently it was a game to miss.
Consequently, I'm sorry I'm not sorry I didn't get to see it.
The 30-second version of a recap, based on what I've gathered from reading various things this morning = soul crushing penalties, tasty turnovers, generally miserable play, and injuries.
Silver lining = all but the last part are fixable. And again, it's just preseason. I'm not even going to try and extrapolate what might have happened had the portion of the game the starters played been four quarters and not one-ish.
However, Bell hurting his right foot = projectile baby vomit.
Say whatever you want about Jonathan Dwyer, and I actually wouldn't mind him getting a chance to be the featured guy, the bigger problem is who's behind him.
With Ike Redman and LaRod Stephens-Howling already not playing, and Bell and Baron Batch getting hurt, I hope Todd Haley is ready to put on the pads and his money where his mouth is, because if this keeps up, he's going to have to.
And then, just to add insult to injury, Spotify reminds me of this today.
Jock Jams, Volume 3, you guys.
Anyway, here's some of your takes on things..
So, we've got that going for us, which is nice.
I mean, listen, certainly none of this bodes well, given that every day is one day closer to something that counts. The fact that Tomlin even jokingly suggested bringing refs into practice so they can get more disciplined is pretty cute and all. But yeah, I'm not gonna go all batshit over it.
I will say, I thought this was the preseason of tough training. Camp Hellfire or some shit. The standard is the standard n'all'at. So, if that's what this is, I'd hate to see what Camp Strawberry Shortcake might look like.
Either way, all I know is...
Seriously, let's get it together, guys. This is not rocket science, it's football.
Rule #1 - don't beat yourselves.
Now, let's end this thing on a positive note, shall we?
Pop quiz - this is a picture of:
a) William Gay's failed attempt to start a Thriller flash mob,
b) William Gay trying to go all Harry Potter and cast a spell on Leonard Hankerson, or
c) William Gay sucking royally at freeze tag
Votes in the comments.
Mike Tomlin is not amused.
So, the best thing we can do here is forgive, but not forget. Clearly I can't say from personal reference, having blissfully missed all of the pain, but dwelling on another bad performance in a preseason game is not good for business as you might say.
However, we're still 0-0 in games that count, and eventually August will end. Pop a xanax and go watch America's Game, the 2005 Steelers, and relax.
We've got a quick turnaround here, with Andy Reid coming to town on Saturday night.
Should be a blockbuster weekend for Primanti's.
Here we go.
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