The Pittsburgh Steelers can’t stop the run or run the ball. Given their DNA (and six Super Bowl titles), that is as sad as Frank Sinatra forgetting how to sing.
And as shocking as Albert Einstein flunking algebra.
If things aren’t bad enough in Tomlinville, what appears to be the Steelers’ grand plan at quarterback ain’t looking so grand.
They are sitting on a mountain of 2026 draft capital. The smart money has them expending whatever of it is needed to move up in the first round and select the rightful heir to Ben Roethlisberger.