I’m a little late in posting today. I’ve discovered that as you advance past age 60 life becomes a series of doctor’s appointments — whether you’re sick or not. Fortunately, I’m not. But I get to spend a considerable amount of quiet time in waiting rooms these days. Wonder if Obamacare will fix that?
Anyway, during the probing this a.m., my doc asked me to opine about the Pittsburgh Steelers. Specifically, she wanted to know if Ben Roethlisberger would be able to play on a bum ankle against Denver Sunday. She thought he was limping during the game with Browns last Sunday.
Ah, you’re the doctor. How the hell should I know? And why the Steelers let Big Ben play against the
hopeless pathetic 10-loses-a-year-minimum Browns is anyone’s guess. I digress. Wow. I guess I am a little grouchy after the stint in the waiting room.
Anyway, I don’t watch pro football anymore until the playoffs start and the Steelers begin their annual march to another Super Bowl. Here’s from the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette.
And I know that everyone believes that Denver quarterback Tim Tebow is being followed on Twitter by the coaching staff in the sky.
But folks — consider this.
Myron Cope is in heaven waving the original Terrible Towel.
And God is a Steelers’ fan.