Game on. Here is a thread for your predictions, comments, and postmortem analysis.
... Tunch and Wolfley note the microphone stands, there every twenty feet in the MNF game, are not on the field. And, coincidentally, the noise level before the game is noticeably lower. Maybe the Indy fans have yet to crank it up. We'll see if noise is the same factor it was previously.
... All hail Heath Miller.
... All hail Randle El! Rout is on.
... These play fakes will win Ben an Oscar. Touchdown!
... 2nd Q ... Three and out for the Colts. Manning not playing well. If he would get off his ass, maybe he could figure something out against this D. Time for more points ... seems like we have not scored in an eternity.
... Verron Haynes carries some Blue for a big third-down conversion. Steelers are smart to get everyone involved.
... Now a great special teams play. Make Manning drive the length of the field.
... This long drive - I'm looking for it - but I don't see it in the Rout Plan. Two-minute warning.
... Oh, here it is. Last page, under Red-Zone Defense: hold Colts to humiliation of chip shot field goal. 14-3 Steelers. Now let's get some points before the end of the half.
... Halftime. Oh, baby. The Colts will have the ball at the start of the second half.
... Nice stop to open the 2nd half. Script says boot, throat time.
... So that was more like a slow squeeze. Six minutes left in the 3Q. I wonder if Jerome is fueled up and ready to let the air out of this game on the Steelers' next possession. In the meantime, let's see if our DBs can't hang onto one of these passes for the pick.
... Wow nice near-safety there. Rowdy Jr. runs some victory laps. Slow down, little man. He doesn't know what's going on; he's sixteen months old. Steelers to take over at the Indy 30. I'd run it non-stop and kick the field goal.
... We're jamming to Bo Diddley's "Bring It To Jerome" for this first and goal commercial break.
... Ingenious fumble-fake! Raise their hopes and dash them. Time to Bring It On Home.
... We so nearly named our boy Jerome. If Rowdy was not such the great name ... maybe the next son can be Jerome. Steelers 21-3. Rout is on again.
... OK, what do we have, sixteen minutes to kill? Time for Steeler football at its best.
... Manning doubles down recklessly; they convert 4th and 2. Nice play. They will need more of that.
... 4th quarter. Oh shit. The 50-yard touchdown. 21-10.
... 4th and inches. Colts self-destruct with that jumping and pointing. No penalty? Bad enough when you have to play Manning, now we have to play the refs too? No matter, I hope.
... So he has it? WTF? The look on Manning's face.
... More 4th and inches. Bussie has it. No. They will measure. Bussie has it. All hail! Steelers are eating the clock, and, we hope, will punch this in five minutes from now.
... Tunch with the nice Wizard of Oz analogy. The witch has tipped the hourglass, the monkeys are flying, and the Colts can only panic.
... So they punt. Colts will have the ball, 11 points down, six minutes plus, at the 20. Steelers need a stop. The Colts can score in a hurry; the Steelers know this I'm sure.
... INTERCEPTION! FUMBLE! Recovered! Red flag coming out? Polamalu WTF? This could be the killer.
... The challenge goes ... just got another Summit Great Northern Porter ... it goes ... booth review must be holding out for larger bribes ... damn ... they give the ball back to the Colts. I was joking about those bribes until they actually overruled that INT call on the field. WTF?
... Touchdown, then they get two points. Now it's a three-point lead. Four plus minutes. It's on the offense. Damn these nailbiters.
... ALL HAIL JOEY PORTER! Oh the sack.
... Bettis fumbles! They recover and run that shit to midfield. Holy shit. The Colts are still alive. Holy Miracle at the Meadowlands.
... The FG ... I T ' S N O G O O D! I T ' S N O G O O D!
... Final score, Steelers more, Colts less. Game over. Hug your momma, hug your papa, kiss your wife, pat the little children on the head. And everyone run some victory laps.
... Well, that went just about exactly as I called it.
... P.S. We'll still name the next boy Jerome.
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