Memoirs of a Manwich: Week 2 and How to Chief for Free

Skippy! Skippy! Skippy!

Although he's no Andre Kristacovitchlalinski, Jr, Jeff Reed forced Yinzers to put the shot glass down and sit in bitter sobriety as he missed two potential game winning field golds at cold and wet Soldier Field.

Making the rounds on the internets, I've noticed that some of the respected news and rumor sources, have made an attempt to appeal to the lowest common towel waving halushki consumer.

The Headline on profootballtalk.com, a site created by a Western PA lawyer, reads:

WILL THE STEELERS PUT JEFF REED ON A SHORT LEASH?

Now I understand these headlines that Mike Florio puts up need to generate interest for his new NBC boss's, and appealing to angry Yinzers is of course the wise and logical tactic.

Howeva!

I will contend, that the Yinzers Florio and crew think they know, have evolved. This ain't Philly son.

Jeff Reed did miss 38 and 43 yard field goals. They did go wide left and they would have most likely have resulted in victory for the Black and Gold. He blew it indeed! No less than a week after a clutch kick in OT too. So goes life as a kicker.

Sports talkers from Cranberry to Wroclaw will not panic though. Florio and his masters expect us to, but we're smarter than that. Why? Well first off, we know how special Skippy is. Contrary to the years of marijuana and whiskey abuse, Yinzer Universe has a fantastic memory; and they remember that prior to when Reed came in, the Steelers were being sabotaged from within by suspected Cleveland Browns operative Kris Brown.

Skippy shit the bed, but San Antonio Homos droppin' balls didn't help. Cutler feeling like 1999 Kurt Warner with Orlando Pace giving him days to whizz the ball to studs like Johnny Knox and Devin Aromashadu didn't help either.

As a certain aviator wearing bad ass would tell you, "We play all 60 minutes as one unit, and the play of one individual does not reflect what we do as a group; we respect that."

Fact is Florio, you're evil Jedi Mind Tricks to stir up the shit in Da Burgh will not work. Not anymore. There is a reason why we are the city of champions. In order to obtain victory a city must let it's coaches coach, which, as you can see by the glow from the trophy cases on the Southside, is what we do here.

Yinzer Universe will not panic. Reed blew this one, but we know he can make the kicks. We will chalk this one up to some circumstances that were not to our maximum benefit, move on, and go to work. We respect the weather conditions, and the ability of the Bears to keep themselves in the game even though they were outmatched talent wise. Panic is for losers. Coffee is for closers. Skippy will get his Venti Frapaccino, don't trip.