Hate. Ben. Roethlisberger.
OK, maybe I don’t completely hate him, but he is not and never has been my favorite Steeler. After last night, he is pretty far down on the list. In fact I may or may not have wished him another motorcycle accident on his way home from Heinz Field. Maybe I am being dramatic, but when you sit around in all your Steeler garb, you get your husband who is a Bears fan to put on a Steelers jersey and both of your dogs are wearing Steelers bandannas and using terrible towels for blankets…you sit and watch a whole game and are totally pumped that they might just win this game…and then, just like that, they lose. That hurts!
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