Hot Iron Hot Takes #10: Smelted Opinions from the Steel Mill Rant Room
Prayers unanswered. Blessing the field and sports worship hit differently when you’re sitting next to Stillers Jesus, a fixture at home games over the last 20 seasons.
On Number 33’s and Number 94’s tag-team sack-interception: THAT’S OUR ROOKIES; TOM SAWYER AND HUCKLEBERRY FINN.
These pro football stadiums are giant sausage fests. What brings 50,000 women together every week? Beyonce. A Taylor Swift residency. The ladies who do watch the ‘Lers, however, do so fed up with the mediocrity. “How do you not catch that?” one gossiped, bundled up, perplexed, and irritated by DK Metcalf’s lack of hands. “I will smack you!”
I want to believe Number 18 was sitting on the sidelines, broiling. A fellow Ohio State Buckeye quarterback, CJ Stroud, rolling out of the Steel City as a victor, did not sit well with Will Howard.
“Renegade” was not played while the Stillers were outscored 23-to-zero in the fourth quarter; quitting time.
The Steel Curtain forged with porous, faulty ore:
In every one of their seven-straight playoff losses, the Stillers have trailed by at least three touchdowns.
The Stillers have allowed 100 or more rushing yards in six-straight playoff losses, despite drafting a 300-pound defensive tackle.
That’s five consecutive playoff losses by double digits.
This isn’t a collapse, it’s a structural failure. The fire Mike Tomlin chants were audible, but at what point do we question the Rooney family’s decision-making?
Left-hand image courtesy of Paul Brahan.