yesterday was part 1 of the annual 2-part headmashing festival that is the pittsburgh steelers/baltimore ravens rivalry. despite starting the season with their first start since 1968 (!), the steelers felt pretty good going into this matchup, and their confidence was clear. right from the beginning, with clint hurdle and andrew mccutchen waving terrible towels and wearing steelers jerseys, there was a feeling that this was pittsburgh's game. and if there was any doubt at all that this was, at the very least, going to be a game in which the steelers were going to present a problem for the ravens, any such doubt was eliminated by the way the steelers rookie running back, le'veon bell, ran the ball.
it was such a relief for steelers' fans to see his hard running, his obviously good vision, his intelligent cutbacks, and his ability to hold onto the ball, not to mention his near 100-yard performance, against haloti ngata and the orcs of baltimore.
as the final three seconds clicked off the game clock, suisham's right leg once again delivered, and there was much celebration and waving of terrible towels. at least there was in my living room. any victory, especially one against the hated ravens, is an exhilarating joy, but this one felt particularly sweet. and, amazingly, the steelers are back in the hunt. thanks to captain clutch.