by Rivers McCown
There was a theme about the coverage of Monday Morning-type NFL columns this week, where the main course was "Ben Roethlisberger," the side was "five interceptions (lulz)," and the take was preheated to either 200 or 450 degrees depending on how you feel about him. It should not be surprising that we are here. Roethlisberger publicly waffled about retirement this offseason, and the best tool in his skill set, his ability to throw into the blitz, always made him a poor bet to age gracefully. I pictured his decline with more missed games than poor play, but this was squarely on the map.