Well, Glenville, West Virginia.
If you've been wondering what happened to this blog (and who isn't), I have to tell you - so am I. I found out in late June that I would be moving to West Virginia to take a tenure track job teaching English and journalism at Glenville State College. That threw the summer - and most of the preseason - into chaos.
I moved in mid-August, but my house wasn't ready until two weeks later. I've been settled in now for almost a month, but for various reasons and skipping over many long stories, I didn't have cable and internet (working internet, that is) installed until Saturday. My TV and TV stand will be delivered Wednesday.
But all was not lost for this Steeler Gurl. My husband (Hi, Vaughn!) left his laptop with the built-in television so I could watch last night's game.
That was when all WAS lost. I really don't think I have much to add to the conversation. If I were Ben, I'd be furious with what the Steelers were laughingly calling their defense. How frustrating to have such a great game - along with Heath "Mr. Reliable" Miller and other offensive players - and then to have the defense blow it so badly. It's like the Pirates leaving players on base inning after inning (not that that ever happens).
Granted, we handed Oakland the ball more than once. And the replacement officials make the Keystone Kops look like a serious crime drama.
But the big thing? The penalties. And the penalties. Did I mention the penalties?
Clean up your act, Oh Boys of Black and Gold. There's a long season ahead, and it will seem much longer if the games go the way of last night's.
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