As I insert my mind’s vial of Plutonium into the BTSC Delorean, I dream of going back to a happy time. Growing up in Western PA, a lot of my joyful times included snow. Watching my football heroes slide around in Arctic conditions somehow pleased my tweenish-senses. I still remember the Patriots calling for the services of a snow plow operated by an ex-con in the final seconds of a December 1982 game to clear room for a winning field goal against Miami (Even Pre-Belichick, New England was morally suspect). Anyhow, let’s go back to a time when the Steelers were sliding out of the playoff picture, and needed a series of fortunate events to survive, and eventually thrive.