It has been many, many months since I last took a snap for the Steelers, but deep in my heart I know I am part of the team. I still cheer on the teammates from my fashionable condo on Fire Island. I'm happy for them and the realization of their dreams, but sad that I'm not a partner.
There was a rift between Coach and myself over control. I wanted to call more plays, make more decisions and alter the cut in my uniform to make the pants tighter. This rift led to a disruption on the field and the Steelers decided to go in a new direction. In the end, he was on top.
I've got a bunch of skin tags on my neck. Sure, its gross, but I was in the NFL, dammit.