I’m not going to lie, there’s a huge part of me that wants to be done with the 2021 Pittsburgh Steelers.
I’m 49-years old. I just started yet another new job that’s taking up a ton of mental and emotional space. Christmas is right around the corner, which usually means visiting 17 different friends/family members in a six-day span.
“Hey, how you making out on time?” (My new boss.)
“Hey, you think you can make it to my holiday party on time?” (Everyone who isn’t my new boss.)
I don’t have the time and/or emotional equity to worry about these sorry 2021 Steelers, with their youth and their age and their immaturity and their mature ligaments.