It was just another Tuesday morning in the shadow of the South Side Slopes, but for the blaring of football horns and football whistles and one football player's rap playlist, pumped through a pair of booming speakers by the sideline, drowning out the trains chugging along the nearby hillside shelf.
Oh, and but for Mike Sullivan, coach of the Steelers' quarterbacks, barking out orders to a quartet of relatively qualified dudes not named Benjamin Todd Roethlisberger.
And yeah, that's when it might've hit me.
No, not that Ben's done. I'm sure I felt that when everyone else did, with that loving last half-lap around Heinz Field.