That’s about as succinct a summary of this past weekend’s game as I can offer.
It was a cold, wet and miserable evening on an especially muted and somber day. And on a better day. A nicer day, the absolute stupidity of the game. The ridiculousness of it all. Well, it might have been a lot more amusing and fun as it was happening.
Instead, with the backdrop of Squirrel Hill. With the dismal weather. There was an undercurrent of anger and still more frustration at was happening on the field.
