Category: Steelers

Sports Fandom: Embracing the Pain

“I feel the pain of everyone. And then I feel nothing.”

- Dinosaur Jr., “Feel The Pain”

I didn’t write much about the Steelers this season, though there was plenty to write about. And I certainly haven’t written anything since the Super Bowl.

Your favorite team losing the Super Bowl … it’s a strange feeling. It took me a few days to get over it. Different moments played back in my mind. The penalties. The turnovers. So many what-ifs.

But what-ifs are just that. Sports fans grow old with their what-ifs. They hold onto them for their entire lives.

“What if he caught that ball?”

“What if he makes that tackle?”

This line of thinking quickly gets you to the “if only” stage. “If only he would have caught that ball … we probably would have won.”

But in the end, the what-ifs and if-onlys only matter in our minds. The record books will read Green Bay 31 – Pittsburgh 25. And yes, I winced a bit when I wrote that.

That being said, right after the Super Bowl … I was OK. I was almost too OK for someone whose team just lost the Super Bowl. The Steelers had a great year. They were beaten by a better team, or at least, a team that was better on that final day. I don’t subscribe to the view of many NFL fans — that fans of 31 teams have virtually no reason to feel good about the season. After everything the Steelers went through this past season … if you tell me they have one last drive to win the Super Bowl, in the last two minutes? Again? Somehow? With that O-line? I take it every time.

Yeah, I was OK. But not great. Far from it. I didn’t get much sleep that night. I kept thinking about all the mistakes. The missed 52-yard field goal. The interception for a TD. Keyaron Fox’s asinine penalty. And most of all, Mendenhall’s fumble. The momentum had turned at that point. The Steeler running game was starting to look unstoppable. The Steeler fans in the crowd started to believe. You could hear the “Here We Go” chant fill Jerry Jones Stadium. And then…

So why wasn’t I depressed for weeks, or longer? Two main factors, as best as I can tell, and both are fairly obvious.

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1. A recent championship.

Bill Simmons writes about a five-year “grace period” after your team wins a championship. No complaining. I don’t know if there’s an actual time limit for it, but that period does exist. It’s probably different for everyone. As a fan, you know the players should want to win it all every year. But you also know that’s not a realistic expectation. And it’s a bit greedy. (Yankee fans cannot comprehend these last two sentences.)

The Steelers have won two Super Bowls in the past six years. Throw in all the Roethlisberger stuff, and no one other than Steeler fans wanted to see them win a third in that time frame. (And you know what? That was fine with us.)

Same reason why the Penguins’ exit to Montreal wasn’t nearly as painful as it should have been. If we did feel like crying, we still had the Stanley Cup waiting to collect our tears.

I don’t, however, think this extends to other sports teams in the same city. Non-Pittsburgh fans tell me the Pirates are our penance for all the winning. I disagree. Because as things stand now, the Pirates have no chance to compete for a championship. Every baseball season is a guaranteed L. The Steelers and the Pens could both have poor years, and the Pirates would not be lifting our spirits. Call me greedy, but I just want the Bucs to have a fighting chance.

And what about the people who are just Pirate fans, or the folks who are Pirate fans above all? Whither fellow one-time Beaver County Times sports correspondent, Doc Emrick?

2. Age.

Again, obvious. As you get older, it’s not necessarily that you care about sports less … it’s that you start to care (and worry) about other things more. Family. Career. House. Money. Et cetera. My nonna always said she never understood why people cared so much about their favorite teams. After all, “They don’t care about you.”

Maybe this is an Italian thing. Chazz Palminteri’s character said the same thing about Mickey Mantle in “A Bronx Tale.”

All right, here’s one more…

3. Expectations.

It’s human nature. If you don’t expect much, you’re happier with each extra game. If you expect the world, you can end up fearing defeat more than you’re anticipating victory.

Even though Pats fans were spoiled from three recent championships, those titles couldn’t have been much consolation after the Super Bowl loss against the Giants.

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I’m one of those people who believes that sports fans connect with each other — and their teams — more through losing than through winning. Anyone can support a winner. The pain binds us. And after all, losing allows you to play the what-if game. Conversations about winning teams often turn into:

“That was awesome, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, they were a great team.”

“Yeah.”

It’s easy for me to say, of course, because my teams have won titles. I live in Buffalo, and trust me, these folks don’t want to hear that. And why would they? Buffalo fans don’t want to hear about my pain. They’ve got more than enough of their own. They treat me like I’m some young, bright-eyed man who fancies himself a real blues singer. And I just walked into the oldest, smokiest, bluesiest club in town.

“The blues? What do you know about the blues?”

But I will press on. The following are my most painful moments as a sports fan — one for each Pittsburgh sports team. These are dictated by my own personal feelings. Yours might differ drastically. Nevertheless, Pittsburgh fans … prepare for heartbreak.

Steelers

The Steeler list would be the longest. Not because I care about the Steelers so much more than the other teams — it’s just the nature of football. There are relatively few games, so the moments always feel that much more important. This is especially true with the Steelers, who, despite their success, often seem incapable of winning (or losing) a game handily.

Non-playoff moments are immediately out. Neil O’Donnell’s second interception in Super Bowl XXX would be a great candidate, but I was 13 years old at the time, and my memories of that game are a bit hazy. Thankfully.

That leaves us with a number of brutal playoff losses, most of them home AFC championship games. The one that hit me hardest — and I think this will be a popular choice among Steeler fans — is the 2001-02 loss to the Patriots.

Unlike the 2004-05 loss to the Pats, I felt like the Steelers were the superior team in ’01-’02. The Pats took an early lead on a Troy Brown punt return TD. Drew Bledsoe then took over for an injured Tom Brady, and promptly threw a TD. It was 14-3 at the half and we had to listen to Sheryl Crow sing “Soak Up The Sun” live. Nobody was in the mood for that.

Especially me. I was watching the game with my girlfriend at the time, who was from Massachusetts. That wasn’t the issue, though. She claimed to be a Patriots fan, but she wasn’t really. As I watched the first half in horror, it became clear that she’d rather see the Steelers win, because it was causing me such grief. Most people — myself included — thought that it would be the Steelers and the Rams.

Still in a state of disbelief, I slowly began to pull out of it. The Steelers were setting up for a gimme field goal, which would at least cut the deficit to one score.

The moment:

Kris Brown’s field goal attempt was blocked. It was recovered by Troy Brown — who else? — who lateraled to some guy (Antwan Harris), who ran it back for a touchdown. 21-3. If I was still in the state of denial as the ball was snapped, I went through the rest of the grief stages in the time it took to score that touchdown. The internet has spared me … I can’t find a video clip.

It was over. On a blocked field goal return, of all things. The second spectacular special teams failure in the game. (The Pats only scored one offensive touchdown in the game, a 24-17 final.) There was of course, a comeback, because these are the Steelers. But the inevitable Kordell Stewart interceptions notwithstanding, the blocked field goal was the true killer. And a lesson. Nothing is guaranteed. Especially in the NFL.

Pirates

The moment:

Duh. Francisco Cabrera. Sid Bream. I was 10 years old. And I haven’t seen a Pirate playoff game since.

Sid Bream never gets any faster, does he? If Bonds’ throw is accurate, he’s out by 10 feet.

But as bad as that was, the moment is much worse in hindsight because of what’s happened to Pirate baseball since. We couldn’t have known then what would happen in the following decades.

It still doesn’t compare to my most painful moment of being a Pittsburgh sports fan.

Penguins

A number of possibilities exist, from the David Volek OT goal to Tom Fitzgerald’s slapshot from Polish Hill. (That Eastern Conference Finals against the Panthers will probably always be the most frustrating series to me. What if the Panthers weren’t allowed to hold onto Lemieux and Jagr for seven straight games? Someone needs to make a “History Will Be Made” parody for that.) But nothing compares to…

It was the 1998-99 season. The Penguins were bankrupt. Relocation rumors were swirling. The future of the team in Pittsburgh was completely uncertain. There was a chance the playoff run was only delaying the inevitable.

The run wasn’t long, but it was memorable. The Pens were the eighth seed. Not a great squad, but they had the league MVP, and the world’s best player. Jaromir Jagr put the team on his back and the Pens defeated top-seeded New Jersey in seven games. This series is exhibit A when someone tries to tell you Jagr’s not a winner, or that he’s not clutch. His heroics in game six of that series — tying the game late, then winning it in overtime — are legendary.

Jags and the boys chugged along admirably, until they found themselves in an elimination game. Game six, at home against the Leafs. Enter former nondescript Penguin Garry Valk.

The moment:

Valk’s OT goal to eliminate the Pens in the 1998-99 Eastern Conference Semifinals was the goal that really could have ended a franchise. It could have been the last on-ice moment in Penguins history. No other loss could top the feeling of what could have been the last loss. Ever. I felt like crying, but I couldn’t. I was just numb. Completely numb.

I don’t know how I, or anyone, would choose to watch their favorite team play its last game. There’s no good way, really. But Garry Valk? In sudden death? Please. Not like this.

I have an excellent memory. But somehow, I’d completely forgotten what Valk’s goal looked like. I haven’t watched a replay in years. But this is all about embracing the pain. I know what I’ve got to do.

I don’t know how hundreds of Pittsburghers weren’t arrested for pummeling the Leaf fans that night. They either exhibited an amazing amount of self-control, or they were just as numb as I was.

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When it comes to sports, the worst losses make the great wins feel even better. It’s true. To my Buffalo friends, I know that sounds like something people say to make you feel better. But for now, you’re just going to have trust me on this one.

Kicking off the preseason with Skippy

NFL preseason games are, by and large, rather terrible. But we watch. Why? Two main reasons.

First of all, we’re football-starved and football-crazed. We want to watch football.

But also, it’s our time for scouting. Watching preseason games, you can’t tell much from a team standpoint (limited schemes, veterans who don’t care, substitutions that would never occur during a regular season game), but you can certainly evaluate individual players. Especially the young bucks, new additions and players stepping into larger roles this season.

During the Steelers’ opening preseason game against Detroit, I’m sure most people were watching Ziggy Hood, Byron Leftwich, Joe Burnett, Keenan Lewis, Antonio Brown, Maurkice Pouncey, Dennis Dixon, Isaac Redman and so on, and so forth. As was I. But there’s one player I watched more closely than anyone else: Jeff “Skippy” Reed.

Football Outsiders (every football fan should buy FO’s Almanac) determined that, last season, the Steelers had “the worst net kickoff value of any team since kickoffs were moved back to the 30-yard line in 1994.” The culprits? ” … horrific coverage combined with the weak leg of Jeff Reed … ”

It’s not just the coverage. I think I might have mentioned this before. Reed had three touchbacks last season — good for 30th in the league. He averaged 59.8 yards per kickoff — which means he ranked 41st in that category. In a 32-team league. Oof. Reed had the worst kickoff yardage of any full-time NFL kicker last season.

And yet, despite these statistics, a kickoff leg that is getting weaker and his special brand of off-field antics, Reed returns.

Reed has made some big field goals over the years. But a kickoff leg is more important than you might think.

Field goals, of course, are the only reason why Reed is still around. In the era of extremely accurate field goal kicking, Reed is in the top third of active kickers in terms of field goal percentage. No complaints there. I won’t anoint him for making field goals other kickers make, but I won’t crucify Reed for missing a few field goals against the Bears, either. It happens.

Most people don’t think of replacing Reed. He’s become a constant. But whenever it’s suggested, you’re bound to hear the same defense of Skippy: “But he’s the only guy who can kick at Heinz Field!”

How many other Steeler kickers have we had during that time? One. Kris Brown, for one season. Kris Brown, one of the least accurate kickers in the NFL. Kris Brown, whose field goal percentage has actually been worse during his eight seasons in Houston than it was during his three seasons in Pittsburgh. Maybe we should just realize we’re comparing Reed to a poor field goal kicker. Nearly everyone would look good by comparison.

But the defense doesn’t rest there. Exhibit B (or A, for many fans) involves visiting kickers missing field goals at Heinz Field, as they are wont to do. But why would we compare Reed, who’s attempted far more field goals than anyone else at Heinz Field, to a visiting kicker who isn’t familiar with kicking at the stadium? Who’s to say, had we cut Reed and kept Rob Bironas, that Bironas wouldn’t be the guy who could magically tame the wild grasses of Heinz Field? As of now, we’re giving Reed too much credit on that point.

Anyway, during the first preseason game, I tracked Reed’s kickoffs, measuring hang time and noting where the ball landed (or was caught). For comparison, I tracked a few other kickoffs: Detroit’s Aaron Pettrey in the same game, and a few kickoffs from tonight’s DEN-CIN tilt.

Jeff Reed

3.63 seconds – landed at the 8-yard line

3.62 – the back of the end zone (!) Bob Pompeani pointed out the wind was at his back, but still, good for Reed.

3.94 – 1-yard line

3.96 – 11-yard line

(Around this time, my wife walked in on me using the stopwatch function on my cell phone.)

“What are you doing?”

“Timing kickoff hangtime.”

” … I’ll be in the dining room.”

3.84 – 1-yard line

3.88 – 5-yard line

Aaron Pettrey (DET)

4.19 – 6-yard line

3.81 – 8-yard line

Dave Rayner (CIN)

4.1 – 4-yard line

Matt Prater (DEN)

4.5 – 15-yard line

4.39 – 6-yard line

I stopped after that. You get the point. Yes, it’s a small sample size. But even when accounting for human error in timing, I’m still very concerned with Reed’s inability to get decent hang time or yardage on his kickoffs. At his age, there’s no reason to believe Reed will improve at this. He’s putting the coverage team at a severe disadvantage.

I don’t know what can be done at this point, other than Daniel Sepulveda getting a look on kickoffs. There was some talk about that. Perhaps it’s still being bandied about. But if Reed keeps kicking off, I suggest the Steelers get creative. If he can’t boot ‘em into the end zone — or anywhere near it — perhaps he’d be better off working on hang time than distance. Or maybe he can master some sort of wacky squib kick.

If the Steelers can get great tackling on kickoffs this year, they could be an average kickoff coverage team. With Reed’s kickoffs, maybe that’s the ceiling. But after last season, average results would be applauded.

Ben, most people would turn you away

Trading Roethlisberger. Where to begin? Where does it end?

As the NFL Draft approaches, it’s OK to feel conflicted, Steeler fans. Honest. It’s only human.

Maybe you disapprove of Roethlisberger’s actions, but you understand that he’s a great QB, and that he’s vital to the success of the team. That’s perfectly reasonable.

Maybe you’ve looked at the facts, and you don’t think they add up. Maybe you’re firmly on Ben’s side. You think things have gotten out of hand, and the alleged victim (or victims) aren’t trustworthy sources. That’s your right. No charges have been filed, but we’re all playing judge here, let’s admit it. Everyone has their own verdict.

Maybe you want the Steelers to rid themselves of Roethlisberger in any way possible. You think the guy’s a creep, and you don’t want to have anything to do with him. It’s a perfectly reasonable stance.

It’s a tumultuous time in Steeler nation, and fans are taking sides. But let it be known that most of these stances have legitimate points, whether you agree with them or not. All of these opinions should be respected.

(Except for the opinion that “if Cowher was here this wouldn’t have happened.” That’s both irrelevant and absurd. Though he may not always act the part, Roethlisberger is a grown man. You can’t pin blame for his decisions — or any other player’s off-field decisions — on Tomlin any more than you can pin blame on your boss for your co-worker’s DWI.)

It all comes down to priorities. What do you want from your football team? Wins above all else? Do you really need your quarterback — or any other player — to be a role model?

Personally, I just don’t know if I can root for the guy anymore. That’s the truth. And that’s why I want the Steelers to trade Ben. I think the pattern is too upsetting. I’ve read the most recent police report, and from someone who’s read his fair share of police reports, it’s disturbing.

Is it he said/she said? To a certain extent, yes. But I’ve got to be honest, I just don’t feel like dealing with these trials and tribulations. Enough is enough.

If we struggle for a short period of time, if the Steelers go 6-10 … so be it. I love ‘em, but their success isn’t the most important thing in my life. I just want a team I can root for without hesitation.

And from a strictly football standpoint, now might be the time to trade Ben, if anyone will have him. He’s already won two Super Bowls, but with his recent history of concussions, and the way he plays the game (which I love, by the way) … well, he’s the type of QB who could easily see his career cut short. I know he’s an ox, but a body can only take so many big hits. And coming off a great statistical season, his on-the-field value may never be higher.

Now, I’m not going to play revisionist. I’m not going to act like Ben’s not a great QB. He is. The Steelers couldn’t have won those two Super Bowls without him. This is fact. For those who want to point to his Super Bowl XL performance, I’ll direct you to the three previous playoff games in the same year. Acting like the Steelers were some dominant force who could have plugged in anyone at QB and won those Super Bowls is silly revisionism and it speaks to a lack of football knowledge. It’s not true.

But does that mean we could never win a Super Bowl again without him? Of course not. One way is not the only way.

It looks like an impossibility at this point, but my suggestion was to trade Ben to the Rams for the #1 overall pick. Would I draft Sam Bradford with that pick? No way. I’d be saying, “Suh me!”

That’s right. I’d take Ndamukong Suh and I wouldn’t stop there. I’d grab a cornerback, safety or linebacker with the other first round pick. I’d go defense-heavy throughout the draft. Basically, I’d attempt to build the most dominant defense the league has ever seen. I think Suh will be such a force that he’ll make any defense significantly better. I think we could move him up and down the line in a 3-4. Add him to a defense with Harrison, Hampton, Woodley, a returning Aaron Smith and Troy Polamalu, plus an influx of young talent, and I’ll take my chances with Dennis Dixon.

Is this crazy? Who knows? Most Super Bowl-winning teams have great quarterbacks these days. It’s a passing league, but I’d make it really hard for the other team to pass (or run) with any effectiveness.

Can’t get Suh? How about pairing Eric Berry with Polamalu? How about Rolando McClain to put some young talent in the LB corps? How about Kyle Wilson? Get impact defensive players. That would be my plan.

The possibilities are out there. But they’d definitely be in the years AB — After Ben. Whether or not you can get with that is completely up to you.

If Ben stays on the team, will I root for him next season? I don’t know. I’ve never had this reaction of disgust and disappointment with an athlete before. It’s hard to say. I do know one thing, though. My Polamalu jersey will be the go-to garb next season. The #7 will remain on the hanger, in the dark closet.

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And once again, thank goodness for the Penguins. I don’t know if there’s a single thing I dislike about the Pens. Talk about a team that deserves all of our love and respect — and then some. All of this Ben stuff is really just a sideshow to the NHL playoffs right now.

(But what a sideshow it is!)

The 2009 Pittsburgh Steelers: A eulogy

Today, as we come here to bury our beloved 2009 Pittsburgh Steelers, it is undeniable that we are all feeling very, very emotional. I wish it didn’t have to come so early, but here we are.

This year’s Steeler team died as it lived: On the edge. Yes, ol’ 2009 certainly had a flair for the dramatic, the rapscallion. But as we must know, sometimes, drama turns to tragedy.

But enough! Let us remember the good times! Large Ben, and his marvelous ways! The way Mr. Mendenhall showed himself worthy! Hines, still doing his work — a gentleman and a scholar! Harrison and Wood, so strong, so tough! Young Mike Wallace, willing to thrill us! The trip to Denver! Good times! It was all going so well! Righteous Troy, you left us too soon!

Of course, friends, under these circumstances, it’s impossible to ignore the death. Yea verily, it was painful, and drawn out. This team did not die quickly, as if suffering a playoff loss. They endured a long, excruciating descent. We didn’t want it to happen, but what could we do? We were powerless. Please, do not blame yourselves.

That being said, we should have seen the warning signs. A few peculiarities in Chicago and Cincinnati aside, the Kansas City trip was certainly off-putting, to say the least. The team was stricken late, once again. We should have known something wasn’t right.

For the Baltimore game, we had an excuse at the ready: Dennis was in! But again, a close call. And again, these Steelers were ailing at the end.

Then, there was Oakland. Oh, Lord, must I mention Oakland? I must. Friends, you either believe in omens or you don’t. But when Young Joe Burnett dropped that ball — its path so true and direct — that’s when I knew it was over. I didn’t want to say anything, but deep down, I knew. Maybe we all did. Though Joe Burnett was young, this team was old. It was tired. It wasn’t ready to climb the summit once more.

And yet, we didn’t think they were gone! We were only fooling ourselves. In the end — Cleveland, of all places! — all the various sicknesses made their way out at once. That’s how it often happens, you know.

The leaky offensive line. The wide receivers who couldn’t get open (perhaps those routes were too long). The quarterback who wouldn’t throw the ball. The defense, that which couldn’t stop predictable running plays — where art thou, Mighty Aaron Smith? — and the secondary … oh, the secondary. The less we say about them, the better. The way Sir Ike Taylor played that 3rd-and-long … it breaks your heart to think of it.

And what of the offensive play calling? Once respectable enough, it too often recalled the behavior of a drunken apothecary … even, dare I say, of a village idiot. Did Mr. Arians care, in the end? Or did he not just know any better? What of Father LeBeau? He can’t catch interceptions or tackle, can he? All this must wear mightily on Mayor Tomlin, who must learn from these grievances. He must, and must adjust.

This would not be a team like its 2005 brethren, who came back, all the way back, from the edge of the grave, to reach immortality! No, this team was more like its cursed 2006 siblings, with its bizarre and unfortunate twists of fate.

To “unleash Hell?” One can only hope that’s where this 2009 team hasn’t gone. We will wait for hope to spring again, next autumn. It is a blessing that these Steelers will be granted another life in the future, as they are every year. Let us not forget that.

As for now? We can only say … let’s go Pens. Amen.