I’ll tell you why.
Because Troysus is practically Jesus and you don’t diss Jesus. We all know how that turned out last time it happened.
Because if the Rooneys let Troysus go, I will crunch my Steeler-love into a wrinkled ball of anger and tears, light it afire, drop kick it into the trash and leave it there for at least three months.
Because I can live without Faneca, Porter, the Asshat, and even the Earl of Fug and the Duke of Gross, but I CANNOT live without the hair-flying awesomeness that is Troy Polamalu.
Just sign the damn check, Rooneys.