If you’re not listening to the sound of pink muppets mispronouncing The Troy’s name, you’re listening to the sound of Steeler fans’ hearts breaking. Sunday’s game against the Colts was gut-wrenching. I don’t feel the need to relive it, or to provide commentary about the game itself. You saw it. It sucked.
The team’s response to it, though, was a pure reflection of the city where they play. No one blamed anyone but himself. No one made excuses. They went to work on Sunday, worked hard, and fell short of their goals. They were ashamed of their shortcomings, and they promised to do better. They cried a little. They laughed a little. They were regular, hard-working guys who are grateful for their jobs and respect their boss and want to do fantastically every time they go to work but sometimes can’t.
That’s the Pittsburgh work ethic. You see it every day, in police officers and forklift operators and nurses and factory workers and professors and football stars. Work means something, something greater than a way to get a paycheck every couple of weeks. It’s a responsibility to others, a way to serve and be part of something bigger than yourself. Sure, there are those people who just want to get ahead, but they don’t run the show or make the rules. The rules in Pittsburgh say that you’re responsible for yourself, and for your effect on others, and when you succeed or fail you own up, be brave, and do the right thing. Like you do every day.
So Steelers, you got beat. You didn’t get beat because the Colts are a better team, but because you didn’t play your best. But you are still good people, hard workers, and we still love you with all your faults.