Skip to main content

9-3 (with pics)


each year the steelers face off against their familiar foes, the baltimore ravens.  twice.  and twice a year it is as contentious a matchup as there is in the nfl.  two teams with history (if you consider the ravens the new browns).  two teams with a similar blue-collar approach.  two teams with a high standard of success.  two teams with very little love lost between them.  put these two teams together twice a year and the results are a brutal kind of football poetry, complete with huge hits, staggering adversity, and stifling defense. 

this year, the ravens went to pittsburgh and beat the roethlisberger-less steelers.  last night, the schedule called for the second contest, this time in baltimore.  and this time, roethlsiberger was on the field, albeit with a broken 5th metatarsal bone in his foot.  and this time, the steelers were the last ones standing. 


despite being bottled up for most of the game, the steelers finally broke through after troy polamalu displayed his uncanny ability to come up with a big play, knocking the ball loose from joe (bert) flacco, and putting the steelers in a first-and-goal situation to take the lead. 



after a few more demonstrations of offensive ineptitude, ben found young isaac redman across the middle and redman lived up to the motto i've been using all season: he just wanted it more, breaking tackles on his way to the endzone, giving the steelers the lead they would not relinquish. 



and it has to be said:  for all the things you may not like about ben roethlisberger, and for all the bad judgment he's shown off the football field in the past, he is so clutch between the lines.  with a broken foot, and then a broken nose which he received from a severe punch to the face in the first quarter, ben didn't quit.  with an insane terrell suggs in the backfield on nearly every play, and a patchwork offensive line that mostly just fell down play after play, ben just wanted it more.  he fought off sacks.  he threw the ball away.  he scrambled with his broken foot.  he made the plays when he needed to, and he led his team to victory. 



i'd like to pass out some "attaboys" to shawn suisham, david johnson, antonio brown, james farrior and mewelde moore.  hope that heath miller and flozell adams get better soon.  and i wish all the best to daniel sepulveda.  such a bummer for him to tear his ACL again and be out for the rest of the year. 

the steelers are now in control, in first place in the division, with another divisional matchup coming on sunday.  can't get comfortable.  gotta stay hungry.  gotta keep wanting it more.  let's go, black and gold!

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

#thoughtsandprayers

i made these comments and prayed the following prayer at one of our worship services at SPWF yesterday, and had a few folks asked if i would post them, so there they are: 
It has been a season of terrible tragedy.  And I have noticed in the news a trending phrase: thoughts and prayers.  It even has its own hashtag on twitter and other social media, but net necessarily in a good way.  People are understandably tired of hearing about others’ thoughts and prayers, when that is only a thinly-veiled way of saying that our only obligation to those who suffer is a brief moment of silence, or nothing more than a tweet or public statement.  The truth is that, for those of us who follow Jesus, much is required when our neighbors suffer.  We are called to do justice where we can, to love kindness and mercy, and to walk with God through it all.  But let us be careful not to throw out the proverbial baby with the bathwater.  We are, as people of faith, those who know that prayer is not simply an em…

a divided tree

there is a tree in my back yard.  i'm pretty sure it's an oak tree.  at least that's what i think Shannon told me.  i don't know my oaks from my maples, my elms from my locusts.  to me, it's a tree: a corinthian column bursting up into life and glory.  full of sap and pulp and rings and bugs and cells pulsing with water and always reaching for something.  it is full of rhythm, reach and flourish then fall and die, and repeat. 

this particular tree, though, isn't of one mind. 

half of it's rusted orange leaves have given up their grip and surrendered -gracefully or not - to the pull of gravity and the threat of winter.  the north side of this inauspicious oak is just about bare naked, all sticks and straight lines, a skeleton of itself.  but the side that looks south is stubbornly resisting change.  no longer green, the leaves have compromised their summer vibrancy, but they are clearly not ready to concede death just yet. 

i feel like i can relate to this …

vote. and pray. but do not be afraid (the King is alive).

i'm not sure how many americans right now are feeling optimistic about the government.  i know i'm not.  in fact, while i didn't live through the civil war or anything, i have to think that faith in our elected leaders - indeed the whole system of electing them in the first place - is at one of its lowest points.  i just don't have a great deal of confidence in those individuals who have been elected, or in those who want to be.  i find myself slipping at times into what feels like a swamp of apathy: sinking, to be sure, but not sure that i care enough anymore to do much about it.  i see this attitude all around me: in conversations, on social media, and in popular culture.  perhaps there is no more clear indication of our nation's view of the government than this current election season, when we would teeter on electing liars and thieves, crooks and clowns. 

which is why i was so startled as i sat down to read psalm 72 this morning. as i read the ancient song, i…