At 30-years-old my only goal is to not be Antonio Brown. Sure, I’d love to be an All-Pro wide receiver who’s made millions of dollars and will end up in the NFL Hall of Fame. But if it means continuing to let a group of people who mean nothing to me push me to the edge, I’ll take my two bedroom apartment in downtown Pittsburgh with my 2013 Honda Accord.
For a solid week, Antonio Brown was no where to be found. He wasn’t silent, but he was normal. Posting videos of him and Derek Carr, welcoming Raider Nation and not mentioning the Pittsburgh Steelers.