As a lifelong fan of the resurgent Steelers, this kinda nonsense scares the hell out of me:
Warren, who didn’t play when the Browns and Steelers met last month, said Thursday that the best way to stop Pittsburgh was to stop its quarterback and that the best way to stop Roethlisberger was with a forearm to the side of the head. Then he demonstrated by smashing his left forearm into the palm of his right hand.
“Kill the head, and the body’s dead,” he said. “You have to get to him and rattle him.”
Warren is something of an authority on the subject. In the third game of his rookie season in 2001 he knocked former Jacksonville quarterback Mark Brunell out of a game with a shoulder to the chin. The hit on the Jaguars’ quarterback, made after Brunell threw an interception, did not draw a penalty, but it did provoke the league to respond with a $35,000 fine.
I have no problem with physical football, and I do agree to some extent that quarterbakcs are over-protected. I also have no problem with generic chest-thumping- “We are going to be all over Roethlisberger this week-end,” or “We plan to get some hits on BEn to try and rattle him.” However, when you make specific threats promising game-ending, season-ending, or God forbid, career-ending injuries should be treated diffeently. Specific threats like this should lead to an automatic suspension, and Warren shouldn’t even be allowed to take the field on Sunday or for the next 3-6 weeks.
Dodd
That seems a pretty good response to me. It makes clear that he will be held accountable if this was more than just overzealous puffery, but doesn’t over-react if it was.
Mikey
Suspend! If this does happen after such a threat, criminal charges should be tendered.
SDN
You act like this starts in the pros. When I played nose guard in high school, our line coach told us that our job wasn’t to get to the quarterback; it was to “make the center worry more about how hard you’re going to hit him than he is about making the snap.”
jpe
well, the Steelers are beating my Brownies, in no small part to Garcia’s pansiness.
Bah! A pox on you.