The silly season is upon us.
Talk about being conflicted. Oh man, this is tough. For years here in Pittsburgh, it hasn’t been a conspiracy theory by many who have held onto it, but leaning more toward what they thought was fact.
This time of year, plenty of letters are addressed to the North Pole and Mr. Santa Claus. Well, it pays to have people in the right places. Lucky enough for me, I was able to intercept a few Christmas lists (as the big day is just a week away) that were addressed to Santa that emanated from right here in Pittsburgh, Pa.
Few know what truly happened between Dolphins players Richie Incognito and Jonathan Martin that forced the former to be suspended and the latter to leave the team after claiming he was a victim of continual bullying.
There’s a place at the table in Pittsburgh for soccer. Just how big of a place? That is the decisive question.
Bullying is a real problem. Know what’s worse? Crying wolf about it.
We get to witness brilliance. Not everyone in the sports world does, but fans here in Pittsburgh do, two times over. Please, do yourself a favor. Don’t take a moment of this for granted.
The other shoe dropped for A.J. Burnett on Friday afternoon. It was Gerrit Cole’s gigantic shoe, vehemently stomping out the possibility that Burnett should touch the baseball again in this best of five, National League Division Series against the St. Louis Cardinals.
Maurkice Pouncey is done. He’s finished, kaput. At least for 2013. The Steelers’ all-everything center and lynchpin of that offensive line was done-in on Sunday by some friendly fire, a cut-block-gone-bad from right guard David DeCastro.
Pitt didn’t lose Monday night because of any gameplan. Pitt lost Monday night because they played Florida State. Period. That’s the end.
This feels like Penguins season, huh? Well, at least that part before the playoff breakdown — you know, the part when general manager Ray Shero went out and cobbled together a club that was supposed to make a run toward a title.
I’m ready to roll with Charlie Morton. Ready to hand him the ball in this pennant race in a game of profound significance.
If this is the end, Mr. Plaxico Burress, thanks. Thanks for always being a story.
No one internally is going to say it, nor should they.
Inhale this. All of it. Stop all the worry, halt the projections and cease all forms of the what-if game.