Now that I’ve had sufficient time to process the news, I can talk about the fact that the Steelers cut Tyler Grisham from the team.
I had a feeling it was coming and when I tweeted to Bob Pompeani if he thought Tyler would make the team, he was doubtful about it, but conceeded that the kid has a lot to offer.
And I said, “YEAH. ABS.”
I kid. He also offers pecs.
When I heard the news, I rended my garments, read the book of Job, and started punching things.
I can’t help it. I spend a ridiculous amount of time seeking out Tyler on the sidelines. Willing Coach Tomlin to put him in the game like he’s Rudy. And then when he is in the game, I spend my time willing whatever quarterback we’ve got there now to throw him the ball. I have visions of Rudy, I mean TYLER, making an incredible catch that wins us an important game and earns him the respect of his team and then they carry him off the field while my husband cries, because he ALWAYS cries during Rudy.
I suck as a Jedi, because I’m not very good at telepathically getting my way when it comes to Tyler Grisham.
Just as I was coming to terms that Tyler was leaving Pittsburgh, HUZZAH!
So at least he’s staying in Pittsburgh, and at least there’s a chance they’ll call him up should Hines Ward have an unfortunate exploding Depends accident.
I kid of course. Because Hines Ward is … gulp … two years younger than me.
That’s so depressing. Excuse me, I’m going to go read Job some more. And drink some Ensure. And get some Boniva. And some Viactiv. And then I’m gonna get my hairs did purple.