As the Standard is the Standard following yet another disappointing demise of a Pittsburgh Steelers football season, the Spin headed to remote, unmapped mountain sanctuaries for a months-long healing retreat of mind, body and soul.
You know, being a life-long Steelers fan can put a heavy toll on an individual. So many Terrible Towel scars. So many Renegade dancing injuries. Too many times wanting to “Here We Go, Steelers” only to end up “Here We Gone”.
Yet, now that I’ve sojourned back from steepled granite peaks, candle-lit dew dripping caves and the soothing swoons of Alpine Yaks, I now return with one pressing question once raised by Ranking Roger of the English Beat many years ago:
Wha’ppen?