One guy is a Pittsburgher. One guy is an adopted Pittsburgher. Both guys are tough to beat — on and off the floor.
Over this past week, my compadres and I with The Fan Morning Show spent the days at McKechnie Field dissecting and scrutinizing the Pittsburgh Pirates as they go through the rigors of Spring Training.
You had to be skeptical. I know I was. It’s OK to admit if you were too.
Can’t bring myself to think about it that much. And, even more, I can’t bring myself to envision how it would look.
If you try to force a connection between the despicable terrors committed by Jerry Sandusky and some Penn State students raising money for pediatric cancer, you are nothing more than an ass going out of your way to look for trouble.
The season of self-renunciation is upon us. Oh yes, Lent.
If there is one thing that has stood above all as the Pittsburgh Pirates have turned into winners, it is this: Neal Huntington has a plan.
What started out as Marshawn Lynch against Roger Goodell has now drifted into Larry Foote against Marshawn Lynch.
The quarterback is in rehab. The receiver is suspended (again) for at least a year. And the general manager might be in trouble for sending illegal texts during a game. Welcome to Cleveland.
It was about time. On his fifth try — and in a decision long overdo — former Steelers running back Jerome Bettis was elected into the Pro Football Hall of Fame on Saturday night, marking relief and validation at the same time.
Pittsburgh has turned out football players — that much we know, that much we celebrate like the shiniest badge of honor. This guy and that guy, that quarterback and this lineman, seemingly just about everyone who has made it is from here or has some kind of tie to western Pennsylvania.
Sometimes you are told something is newsworthy, when the reality is that such event or perceived hullabaloo couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Air, air everywhere but the ball did (allegedly) shrink. Oh man does this whole Deflategate really, really stink.
Will Penn State athletic director Sandy Barbour do anything about this Guy, or will she continue to be walked on by him?
Walk past Jim Tomsula on East Carson Street and he looks like a guy headed into a bar for a fish “sammich” and a bottle of beer — but not the fancy kind, just a regular beer.