Will Big Ben’s Time Run Out With The Steelers?
Has The Steeltown Clock Struck Twelve On Roethlisberger? I know. I know. Enough with the Big Ben clock references. But it’s so easy, not to mention completely relevant to the self-inflicted situation Roethlisberger finds himself in. Tick Tock . . . Tick Tock . . . Tick . . .
Okay I’m done.
But seriously, Ben could be done too. It’s no secret that the Rooney family is none too happy with his off the field, unbecoming and un-Steeler like antics. Charles Robinson of Yahoo! Sports reported via Twitter that Ben Roethlisberger’s status with the Steelers “could [be] at [a] tipping point,” due to an unnamed source who says that the “onslaught of fan discontent over Ben has shaken Pittsburgh ownership.”
We’ll find out at 2:30PM ET what they really think as Art Rooney II has scheduled a press conference. I forsee a 2 game suspension for conduct detrimental to the team. Only time will tell . . .
Why “Ben-A-Palooza” Says It All . . .
BEN-A-PALOOZA?
Yeah. That’s all you have to know about Ben Roethlisberger. He names his club crawl excursion, BEN-A-Palooza. It’s all about him. What a self-righteous and conceded label for a drunken journey that keeps Mr. Ben in the spotlight. If you had any doubts about the way Little Ben operates, this should surely put them to rest. I’ve had defectors as close as friends and family who’ve championed Ben. But that’s how old-school and current Pittsburghers are . . . blindly LOYAL. It’s charming and a bit misguided at the same time.
Each year, Ben Roethlisberger goes on a BENSCAPADE – yes, I made that up – and he hits all the bars and clubs in the area he targets. I get it. You’re a twenty-something millionaire and want to work it while you got it. But Little Ben has a lot to learn about celebrity and all this says is that he is too self absorbed to realize what he is doing to his legacy.
Way too self absorbed. He makes me sick. Is it whatever Ben wants, Ben gets? Not this time. This year’s festival ended up a bit differently . . .
A word to the young, rich, single – or married, for that matter – your millions and stature do not precede you. You are not above the law. And as a Steeler fan, I hope Ben Roethlisberger is made an example of because this behavior defines everything that is wrong about professional athletes.
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Read Full Post | Make a Comment ( None so far )ROAD TRIP: Second Installment – Cleveland OH
ON THE ROAD AGAIN: After two great days in Cincinnati – props to the Cincinnatian Hotel downtown on Vine St, especially to the bartender Natasha – and don’t you meet the most interesting people in a hotel bar? Not to digress, but I will, we met a wonderful, loving woman who along with her other daughter, was helping her eldest battle late-stage breast cancer, and a very talkative Australian guy in his sixties, who has traveled America coast-to-coast, visiting the nooks and crannies of our beautiful country. Something most Americans never get a chance to do . . .
Anyway, we drove the four hour trek to Cleveland in time to check into the downtown Wyndham hotel – which was a steal of a deal at $105 bucks for the night, and then walk the two blocks to the Jake. Progressive Field, I mean . . . although most of the fans still sported THE JAKE shirts . . .
It’s a gorgeous ballpark, and I’d have to rate it ahead of the Great American Ballpark in Cincy. The open “floor plan” was condusive to catching the game action from almost anywhere, and the beer prices were lower. Plus any park that has an open bar in centerfield with the game cornhole set up next to it must have been well thought out . . .
The ushers at Progressive field weren’t very pleasant, you could even say they were annoyed at you being there, shooing people away and not making eye contact when talking to, or AT you . . .
A product of not winning a championship since the Browns did it in 1964? Before the Super Bowl era? Probably . . .
One of my favorite moments came after the game when we walked to down the street to “Harry Buffalo”, a rustic sports bar that had $2, 23oz Miller Lites – cheers – when a young girl who couldn’t have been older than 22 and was TANKED, approached me for directions with her two tagalongs – This is how the conversation went:
DLG (Drunk Little Girl): Heyeyeyeyey!! (while chewing gum with her mouth wider than Angela Jolie’s legs) D’ya know where the wess end issss?
ME: No, I’m sorry but I’m not from here.
DLG: Wowww, where ya from then? (chew, chew, chew, snap)
ME: Pittsburgh, we’re visiting different . . .
DLG: WAIT! D’ya saya Pisssttburgh? (no more chewing, mouth just hung open)
ME: Yes.
DLG: Are ya Steelers flan?
ME: Yes.
DLG : F*#K OFF! (chew, chew, snap)
Then she quickly stormed down the street sideways, with her tagalongs in tow, before I gathered my thoughts to say, “okay, and I’ll take our six lombardi trophies with me.”
I think I was in shock that this young chick would say something like that to me. I’m a 30-year old woman. Do kids have ANY respect any more?
Or is it just a product of not winning a championship since the Browns did it in 1964? Before the Super Bowl era? Probably . . .
An Ode to Cleveland….
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