Broncos Puss Out

So it was basically a given that the Steelers were playing the season's opening game at home on the Thursday of Week One. But we didn't know the opponent until the other day, when Miami was announced as the lucky victim.

Which made little sense to me. Saban and Culpepper aside, they lack the cache Denver or Kansas City or Cincinnati or about five other teams would carry as far as rivalry and national interest would go.

Then, oops, it turns out that the Broncos were slated to come to Heinz, but talked their way out of it.

Exqueeze me a second, but how does that work? I know Pat Bowlen's a pretty high muck-a-muck in the league office, but how does he get to work his own schedule? This isn't college.

Cheesed me off, it did.

Tip to good ol' SteelCityInsiders.

Does This Ever Happen to You?

So I'm reading through the papers tonight as always and at the P-G I get this tidbit on Jason Bay and Dejan's Q&A. And I got misty-eyed.

Lame, I know. It's just that I love the Pirates so bloody much and I'm dying for them to finally do well. What flashed in my mind was the thought of Castillo, Duffy, Doumit, Duke, Perez et al all reaching that "very good MLB player" status, some becoming great like Bay, all as Pirates. I knew immediately that it'd take the impact of one Mr. Mark Cuban and his wads and wads of dirty, dirty money to make it happen, but I want it. I want to see them "grow up" together, to really be a nucleus. I want to see PNC Park, maybe my favorite place in the whole world, rock on chilly October nights. I want to feel the way I did in February for the team regularly considered to be the retarded kid in Pittsburgh's sports family, not just for one of the most beloved franchises in America.

What'll it take, Mr. Cuban?

What Can't Be Killed?

Me, apparently. I just can't not blog right now. I tried to stay away, I really did, but I'm back and hopefully better than ever...which, you know, would mean occasionally attracting the odd reader. Whatever.

Lots of stuff to chat at, and I'm going to deviate a skotch from Pittsburgh sports occasionally to the wider world, and occasionally from sports to other things like movies and politics. Other things I pretend to know about.