The Steelers played their worst football of the year, yet still managed, with ta helluva lot of luck, to squeak out a win in overtime. This was the most mentally and physically exhausting game for me ever, and I spent the last hour alternating between tears of joy and the thrill of future gridiron glory and tears of agony.
The final score was 20-17, and I just don’t know what to say about the Jets. I feel bad for their fans, but I refuse to feel bad for the players. To feel pity for them would be to diminish the respect I have for them, as they have nothing to be upset about or ashamed of regarding this season. They are truly a great team- scrappy, resilient, tough, and confident, and they are going to have a great future.
At any rate, it is over, and my beloved Stillers move on. Thank God.