Colin Dunlap Column
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.
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.
No ceremony. No press conference. No member of the Rooney family standing in front of television cameras thanking Dick LeBeau — one of the greatest defensive coordinators of all-time — for his dedication and commitment to one of the proudest organizations in the National Football League. Nope.
It happened at 10:34 p.m. on Sunday night. A stadium fell silent. A fan base held their collective breath. Steeler Nation starting saying novenas.
It appears Pat Narduzzi is about to become the next head football coach at the University of Pittsburgh.
There would seem to be a slender line between use and overuse when it comes to a running back.
New Orleans Saints quarterback Drew Brees had time to throw on Sunday.
A Major League Baseball player took less money to play in Pittsburgh. Stop. Think about that for a moment.
Clint Hurdle says a prayer each morning.
On Deadline Day, the Pirates stood pat.
The Pirates might be hard-pressed to reach those 94 victories they achieved last season, as the organization took the fanbase — and the city as a whole — on a magnificent ride that ended in the playoffs and still forces a buzz when anyone speaks a word of it.
Good on the Pirates. In this instance, at least, good on the Pirates.
Call me crazy, that’s fine. But I blindly trust Mario Lemieux.