Cleveland Game, Act II

Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy.

And I don't mean the weather or the field, although both of those were getting pretty sloppy too.

Steelers didn't win. They just didn't lose. To Cleveland, with an inexperienced quarterback.

Oh. I said that before.

I think both Colt McCoy and Senaca Wallace are talented quarterbacks with a great future in the NFL. Don't know where Cleveland finds guys with names like that, but they have great potential.

They shouldn't be using it against a team like the Steelers. Or a team like we like to think the Steelers are.

I'm glad Hines got his 1000th catch. But did we have to lose yards on some of those plays so he could?

And I'm glad Mr. Reliable, Heath Miller, beat Lynn Swann's record. I would trust him to catch my grandson if someone threw him.

But it's not all about records and statistics. And talking of statistics, did Ben's take a hit from that outrageously bad first half? I bet.

And you just can't count on Cincinnati to help us out - why should they?

So, Steelers. Love you like brothers. Can you pull it together so we don't look like total idiots in the playoffs? Because there's nothing the national announcers like more than slamming you. And as much as that pisses me off, it pisses me off a lot more when they're right.

Go Stillers! Really!

And if that snow is heading here, I'd better run to the Iggle for bread, milk, and toilet paper . . .

Peace Out, Peeps . . .