Things have gotten so bad, all I can do is laugh at the Steelers, laugh at the fans, and laugh at myself. This season is literally a comedy of errors. Almost the instant we step on the field, something zany happens. A missed block, a turnover, a missed tackle, a brain fart, an argument on the sideline, and on and on. At first it feels a little unsettling, but once we get into the rhythm of mistakes, it truly becomes legendary comedy.
As fans our expectations are through the roof and rightfully so. When the team doesn't live up to those expectations, a violent melt down erupts inside. We want so badly to enjoy these moments of our lives, that we see a SuperBowl run coming in a 9 yard run. Only to realize on the very next play as linemen fall over their own feet and teammates that we're likely going to have a chance at our next franchise QB cause we're on the road to 0-16. Steeler Nation is schitzo. And it's understandable. It's a crowd mentality. We're all weak minded. Some of us have to protect our spirit by clinging to hope. Others have to protect their insecurities by clinging to being right all along. Heck even those that thought they were rational have lost themselves already in this season. Our demons show their real colors in the challenging times. This season would be sad if it wasn't so magically entertaining. I feel pretty certain that I when I laugh at such an inappropriate time, I'm the most messed up and poorly adjusted individual in all of Steeler Nation.
But how can you not? No other response makes sense. We want to fix the unfixable. We have better ideas than the owners and coaches amidst our irrational reactions. Ben overthrows a receiver by 10 yards - Haley's fault. The offense turns the ball over 5 times, Dick's fault for not getting 6 turn overs of his own. Our tackles suck - let's trade Ben to AZ for some picks to get better tackles. And even the reactions that seem rational are no such thing. They're just subtle reactions that mask our insecurities. Our Steelers' addiction isn't rational. It's an escape from a great big ball of crap. It's an illusion to protect us from something deep and dark. And when the drug stops working what do you do? What choice do you have? You can let this stuff slowly give you heart disease or you can make it quick and jump off the Clemente or you can laugh. However you react, it's completely irrational. No matter how well adjusted you tell yourself that you are, you aren't. Its ok. None of us are. To really think about it is truly enlightening. The darkest moments are the only time it's easy to see the light.
It's in these times, I appreciate a guy like Mike Tomlin. No nonsense. So matter of fact. All the while Rome is burning down around him. Yet he continues to be calm. He has an opportunity to do what we all so desperately want to do - fix this hot mess. And just like us, it doesn't seem like he has any idea what to do either. And how could he? The Titanic is sinking and it's not like you can drain the ocean to keep the ship above water. But he presses on. And keeps it simple. And realizes all you can do is what you can do. Stay relaxed and we can save some of the people. And others will be lost by the wayside. It is what it is. We'll do what we can and carry on. No other choice. Even in the toughest of situations, heroic acts will emerge. And we'll probably look back on them with great reverence one day in the future. But today, while we're in the disaster, it's pretty hard to see them. If we could all be a little more like Mike, we might have a little more clarity.
So what's the point of this post? Well, there really isn't. There isn't much point in any of the posts today. Or yesterday. Or tomorrow. So I'll leave it at this. Thank you. Thank you Pittsburgh Steelers. Thank you Steeler Nation. Thank you life. For keeping me entertained. Life is a chase toward death. And for 3 hours a week, you make me forget about that chase. And the passion of Steeler Nation makes me forget about that chase for the rest of the week. No matter how bad things ever get, always remember it could be worse.
What's that saying - When life gives you lemons, laugh. Because life isn't real. And life couldn't give you lemons. You gotta buy your own darn lemons if you want lemons.
Now back to reality, 13-3 baby!!!!!! Let's roll mofos!!!!!!!!!!!!