Hey, if Antonio Brown's prepared to put all his focus on the Patriots, who am I to argue? Because that's the real story, right?
"Deebo brought us into the stadium, and he took us out of the stadium." That's what Lawrence Timmons was saying after the Steelers had strode off the soggy Arrowhead turf.
I'm absolutely miserable having to address Antonio Brown's latest laughable lack of common sense, not to mention common decency.
The Steelers will beat the Packers in Super Bowl LI. That's not me talking. That's not a prediction. That's nothing more than applying oft-cited conventional wisdom.
Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin are bound for the NHL's All-Star Game, but they'll leave behind Phil Kessel, the man who just might be most responsible for reigniting both careers.
Want to grab the low-hanging fruit? Go ahead, because it's all ripe and right there, even with the temps in the teens.
"Play hard!" Mike Sullivan boomed that out Friday afternoon, loud enough to peel paint from the PPG Paints Arena walls, but he might as well have whispered.
Stephon Tuitt was having a gut feeling about Sunday. Not a good one, either. "I think my stomach hurts," the big man on the line was telling me Wednesday.
Anyone getting tired yet of my constant comparisons between these Steelers and those Stanley Cup champs from a few months back? Nah, thought not.
That game was stupid. "That game ..." Ramon Foster began, then ended with an expletive about that game. "So bad," Lawrence Timmons would say.
I knew Sidney Crosby wouldn't agree. "Am I getting more space out there? Really?" the captain came back in basically repeating my question.
"Football," Mike Mitchell was musing, "is a game of passion." He shook his head after he and the rest of these remarkable, resilient Steelers proved precisely that.
There's getting damned by faint praise, and then there's being lavished left and right for simply doing your job.
Hey, they're sticking a really big radio microphone in my face for four full hours today, 3-7 p.m. on 105.9 the X, and you're hereby invited to help.
David DeCastro had just completed several sessions with the cameras and microphones and, oh, yeah, three hours of throttle-someone's-neck football.
More and more, in our ever-shrinking cyber-world, voices throughout the baseball community cry out about what constitutes a good Hall of Fame ballot and a bad one.
Be nice to Tuukka Rask, Pittsburgh. If it weren't for him, there'd be no Patric Hornqvist around here and, thus, no fourth Stanley Cup.
Sometimes it's easy to forget our city is blessed with two of professional sports' most successful franchises. And sometimes, like this past month, it's screaming in our faces.
Yeah, but ... "It was Cleveland, right? It was the Browns." That was David DeCastro.
On the morning of June 12, 2016, as franchise history should duly note for so many reasons, Mike Sullivan spoke a two-word admonition to Kris Letang.
It was 1986 gloriously revisited Monday night at PPG Paints Arena, with the Penguins going chili-plus on the Senators, 8-5, while overcoming a two-goal deficit.
This untouched touchdown trot that split the Steelers' defense a month ago also risked splitting its participants in so many more ways than that.
About a minute remained in the 85th City Game, and Dave Harper, the new AD at Duquesne University, had been alerted by PPG Paints Arena's visibly fidgety security staff.
The Sidney Crosby goal train, a runaway from his first shift of this NHL season, served up another beauty, and it brought the Penguins a 3-2 victory over the Stars.
Trading Andrew McCutchen is very much a concept the Pirates should consider. But this current front office can't be trusted to do it for the right reason and, thus, with...
The Penguins perform better as a group in front of Matt Murray than in front of Marc-Andre Fleury. It's not a myth, and it's not a narrative.
The blade of Sidney Crosby's stick is straight enough that, if he so chose, he could carry around a glass of wine on any section of the thing.
"Man," Lawrence Timmons was telling me, "you're funny." This was five days ago in Cleveland. And he didn't mean funny like a clown. He meant funny like a fool.
Hockey's neutral-zone trap isn't nearly as much about checking as it is about cheese. The cheese that just sits there on that slab of wood, tempting the mouse
When the Penguins fly over to New York for a rematch at Madison Square Garden, if we're being candid, their charter will be carrying a few too many passengers.