Oh, I can taste the calories right now, sweet meaty sticky non-vegitabily mouth stuffin’ goodness, with plenty of calories in bowls that you can dip into the calories in other bowls before admitting them to the exclusive stomach fiesta inside all of us, the same one saying over and over in a pre-diabetic stupor “more booze…more booze”.
The Seahawks and Steelers are both about to engage in a series of rituals only Don King could truly appreciate. Indeed, an offensive lineman took to the ‘media/party blitz’ so well that he never even played in the game, but I’m sure he’s still alive somewhere, unless of course, he isn’t…on that note, the burning question in my mind is whether or not Pittsburgh will finally get real about Cowher when he loses it yet again. His team is favored going in, and in spite of past post-season failures where his crew went in embarassingly over confident, it’s most likely gone to his head already.
Ben Rothlisberger is the best player he’s got, and with him behind center, they can beat anybody on any given day. That said, Seattle’s rush defense may force him to play like Brady. They stuffed everyone they’ve faced with the front seven, and that’s the basic factor most likely to determine the outcome on Sunday. Is Seattle tough enough to stop the run? In spite of my East Coast locale, the only two things I like about the Steelers are Ward and Ben…their fans deserve nothing less than a crushing defeat, and I expect that will be the outcome.






