Ryan and I were talking this morning about how we’re always out of our minds when it comes to watching a Steelers game. Bat. Shit. Insane. And, of course, Sunday’s loss to the New Orleans Saints was the perfect example. Be honest, your night probably went a little something like this…
Pregame: Man, I’m not sure about this game. I’ve been thinking loss for this one all season. That’s a good football team, a primetime game on Halloween, and that stadium — and city — is a total freakshow. This could be tough.
Steelers take the lead, shut down the Saints offense for much of the first half, then fail to capitalize on the rarest of the rare — an Ike Taylor interception (he actually caught one! Another one!): Damnit, we needed a touchdown on that drive. We’re doing what the freakin’ Dolphins did last week, not a good sign.
Saints come out in the second half and build up a 13-3 lead early in the fourth quarter: Well, that should just about do it for this game. I can’t see this team scoring 10 more points the way they’re playing tonight. Let’s get ready for Cincinnati because this one is over.
Rashard Mendenhall responds by breaking loose on a touchdown run (random note: Anybody see Hines Ward signal touchdown as soon as Mendenhall broke through the line? Hilarious): OH MY GOD! YES. RIGHT BACK F@(#ING IN IT! JUST NEED A STOP ON DEFENSE.
Bryant McFadden brings the corner blitz, blasts Drew Brees and forces a fumble that’s recovered by the Steelers: BOOM! THERE IT IS. This game is OURS now! HAHA!
Ben completes a pass to a wide open Heath Miller, who is breaking tackles, running people over and into the clear: YES! GO. RUN! GOOOOOOOOO!
And, honestly, that pretty much sums it up.