If you’ve hated all the articles about Antonio Brown and Le’Veon Bell, lately, man are you going to hate this one.
Not only is it kind of about those two former Steelers, it's about me having a dream I was just like them—an NFL player (perhaps even a Pittsburgh Steeler) who was in-search of a new, multi-year contract complete with loads of guaranteed money.
If you think I’m making this up—and I can certainly understand why you would—I can assure you I am not.
Just the other night, I was in a deep sleep, when I suddenly found myself on the phone talking to my agent about the ongoing negotiations he was having with my boss and NFL owner—it could have been Art Rooney II, Jerry Jones or even Tim Allen (it was a dream, after all, where sometimes your mom is Don Rickles).