Dear Art Rooney,
It’s me again, I would like to welcome you to the 21st century. Your modus operandi is antiquated and paralyzed with fear and has lost its way. It’s time to give the Mike Tomlin era a Viking funeral. Or have you forsaken winning for profit?
Your coach has mastered the “collapse” and little else. A new sundial won’t solve the clock-management problems. New puppet strings will not enhance your unimaginative offense or your overpaid defense. The nonsensical jibber- jabber isn’t resonating and the players are ill prepared to start the games, as evidenced by zero first-quarter touchdowns all year.
We can’t develop our draft picks, let alone a quarterback, and rely on retreads. No talent evaluation and players set up for failure, but the culture remains an unmitigated disaster. The standard is nonexistent. The winds of change are howling!
Time to move on and turn the page on this sad, embarrassing chapter. There is no trophy for non-losing seasons. Hire a coach, not a “pope.” It’s the NFL, not lifetime job security. Accountability is essential, from the owner on down.
Pittsburgh has been good to the Rooneys. We want quid pro quo. I await the white smoke emitting from Steelers headquarters announcing a long overdue successor. You may not change, but we will. Better things to do on a Sunday.
Rob DiSanti
O’Hara