Well THAT … sucked.
Quite possibly THE most frustrating Steelers game I’ve watched, ever.
Ron Cook writes today that Cowher made the absolute right decision in playing Ben. I beg to differ.
It was widely reported last night during the game that Ben had a 104 degree fever earlier in the day. People? When PittGirl runs a 102 fever, I am bedridden, drinking chicken broth like mojitos, and alternately piling up six blankets and then ripping them all off five minutes later while cursing the fact that air has to touch me. At 104, I’m pretty sure I’d start deciding who will get possession of my autographed Franco Harris Jersey and try to bend over to kiss my own ass hasta la vista.
Playing Monday Night Football? I think by the fourth quarter Ben was hallucinating:
Granted, the rest of the team sucked ass too (Hi, Santonio). Even Hines wasn’t looking too great. And check this out:
Hines is NOT SMILING in that photo. I ask you, when is the last time Mr. I Shit Sunshine took a photo on the field in which he wasn’t grinning from 12 carat earring to 12 carat earring?
I’m probably being simple minded when I say that there must have been some point in the fourth quarter when The Chin could have pulled Ben aside and said, look, you’re obviously not feeling very well. Let’s let Charlie give you some rest. But that didn’t happen.