http://www.behindthesteelcurtain.com/2012/10/13/3496182/winged-glory
Steelers fans have become blinded by success
By Billy52 on Oct 13, 11:03a
"A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting." (George C. Scott's final line from the movie "Patton")
Those of us old enough to remember the pre-Bradshaw Steelers can recall a time when Pittsburgh football fans were practically giddy when the home team managed to post a .500 season record. I'll never forget the many times we trudged disgustedly out of old Pitt Stadium, that concrete monument to pro football futility and arguably one of the coldest places in the universe in December.
One game in particular sticks in my mind as the epitome of the pre-1970 Steelers. The Black and Gold were hosting Dandy Don Meredith and the hated Cowboys. Amazingly, led by QB Bill Nelsen, the Steelers had built a 17 point lead, giving the Steeler faithful a delicious but fleeting illusion of payback--right up until that fateful 4th quarter. It has been far too many years for me to remember the sequence of events, but the Steelers completely tanked on both sides of the ball and Dandy Don brought the Cowboys roaring back with three unanswered TDs to steal the victory. As the throng marched glumly out of the stadium, I still hear those familiar words on the lips of nearly everyone: "Same old Steelers!"
In those pre-Nation days, Steeler fans fully expected the home team to find some way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. This was the forerunner of Bungle Nation, where loyal fans would keep saying "wait until next year," knowing full well that the team ultimately would smash their visions of glory. In the words of Dean Vernon Wormer in Animal House, the team was more than just a little below par--we stunk! Every spring, green rookies (later to be inducted into the Hall of Fame) were dispatched from the Burgh to other teams. Every fall, Jimmy Brown and Paul Hornung would tap dance on our LBs faces.
But these days we've become intoxicated with success. With six Lombardi trophies encased at the front office, Steeler Nation no longer merely hopes to win--we demand it. And when the team falters as it has done so far this season, the villagers become an unruly mob screaming for the heads of every player, coach and water boy in Rooneyville. "This shall not stand," we bray in unison as we light our torches, bidding to hasten a swift return to our previous state of beer- and glory-sated bliss.
But only by languishing in the eternal present of Madison Avenue promises can such lofty expectations be sustained for long. The historical perspective informs that fortune remains forever as fickle as your college girlfriend. For the most part, human existence plays out somewhere in the misty netherland between glory and despair. All the more reason then for Steeler Nation to rejoice in the Black and Gold's incredible run of success during the past four decades. All the more reason to revel in the nation that Rooney built and the camaraderie of Steeler fans across the country and around the world.
But today the bodily humours have found their natural equilibrium and Isaac Redman has been exposed as a mere mortal. Suddenly, the redoubtable Mike Tomlin has morphed into Barney Fife and Ike Taylor resembles Willie Gay the Younger. And the big question on every fan's lips today? "Is there any team in the NFL these guys can beat?"
But before we torch the village and plow deeply with salt the soil, maybe we need to get a grip and undertand that we're witnessing the inevitable process of change whereby a not-so-good football team is forged by fire into a champion. Might it be that, back in those heady times of glory when we donned our golden crown and drank from the victor's cup, our ears fell deaf to a gentle and urgent whisper?
Thought this was a pretty good read....
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