Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose. How befitting a proverb for an organisation trapped in a void of purgatory, slipping further toward irrelevance. As the winds of change caress those around us with new veils of hope, the Steelers front office closed the tunnel long before we even had a chance to see if there was light at the end of it.  The more things change, eh? This piece is not a personal attack on Mike McCarthy, the 17th head coach in Steeler history and the four

Let’s face it: we all seem to be singing from a similar hymn sheet now. With the Steelers 6-11 in their last 17 regular season games (albeit 6-6 in 2025) and the promises of improvement fading in and out like a lighthouse beacon, Steelers Nation is in a state of tension, anger and even nihilism. “The more things change, the more they stay the same” never felt like more of a pertinent statement than now. Initially, I was going to write about the ‘perpetual hell’ the organisati

When I finally got the green light from the powers that be to begin a little blog on this site, I made a promise internally that I wouldn’t abuse my position and write weekly updates on every little thing the Steelers did. Last night was an occasion so momentous in the near 100 year history of the black and gold it felt impossible not to chime my two cents in. Yesterday’s game was plodding along in typical Steeler fashion: A beatable, wounded team in the Bills walking into Ac

A catharsis on the healing properties of coordinated violence (This post was drafted before Sunday's game versus the Bears) One of my all time favourite quotes comes from Ernest Hemingway in which he talked openly about his mental health. How small gestures form the anchors that hold us steady when life feels like too much, reminding us of our humanity and our deserving of human connection.  This may come across as hyperbolic, over the top, a load of old twaddle. I mean, afte