most of you can only imagine what i'm like after a steelers loss. and without living in my house, you're just going to have to continue to imagine. let's just say that it's not pretty. i'm writing these words about an hour after the steelers threw away (or should i say kicked away?) a game in chicago that they really should have won. so, given the wager i had on the game, and my intense loathing of mediocrity by the steelers, you can let your imagination run wild. if you are imagining a pounding headache, an unwillingness to move, a refusal to admit that it really happened, and a mess of things i threw at the tv that need to cleaned up, you're on the right track. i'll need a day to recover. talk to you tuesday.