Oh the 2018 Pittsburgh Steelers, Dysfunction’s Darlings. With the defenseless disaster against the Chiefs, the star receiver’s allegedly-excused absence, the runaway RB riding rotundly on a jet ski in a Miami, storm clouds surrounding the quarterback’s alleged affiliation with the president and a porn star in her upcoming literary debut and the media going more batty than Adam West’s closet — my black-and-gold brain is lobotomy bound. So as always, I pass the ravings on to you.
But first a Lobester-fest of lament goes out to and for the follow transgressions from a week ago.