Welcome to Sixburgh

I’m still in shock and awe from Sunday night. My boys were dominant early, then the Cards looked to creep back in only to have the door slammed shut with James Harrison’s TAINT. Follow that up with the real comeback, AKA Fitzy’s Fourth. Finally the Santonio Spectacular brought trophy number six to Sixburgh.
Ben was so nice to start that game. There were the screens and slipped blocks by Heath Miller. Hines got out of the gate early to show he was healthy. Then the offense seemed to sputter. I don’t know what it was all year long that they did this, but it seemed like they lulled in the middle of the game. They needed the pressure of the final moments in order to succeed. Pressure busts pipes, but it also makes diamonds – 6 of them…
The Defense was amazing too. For three quarters they were able to play the quintessential bend don’t break game. It was odd because of the missed tackles early. Edge James did a fantastic job of slipping through the cracks. Troy Polamalu wasn’t his effectual self because he was put into deep coverage to combat the great passing attack. Go back and check some of the replays, Troy missed tackles because he was flying in from 20 yards downfield, moving at the speed of light. At that high speed, Edge’s juke moves were enough to make him miss. That to me seemed to be the biggest aid of Ken Whisenhunt’s tenure with the Steelers – how to make them miss.
A special moment has to be taken to talk about the pass rush the Steelers were able to get. I know you’re going to point to the stats and the two sacks they were limited to. Keep in mind however that they were generally rushing 3-4 guys and dropping the rest into coverage. The coverage drop worked with Harrison’s TAINT. The front man rush worked on the Steelers final defensive play. Lamarr Woodley got to Warner on a THREE MAN RUSH. The kid’s a monster. Go blue…
I could acknowledge the deficiencies of the team this year (I’m looking at you Bruce Arians). Yet, I’ll save that for another day. Today, I’m going to be watching the parade to celebrate the winningest franchise in the modern-NFL. The only difference between XL and XLIII is that this time I’m enjoying warm glowing warming glow of the television in my living room – right next to Pops, just where I was on Sunday.