It starts with a whistle...and ends with a gun. 60 minutes of close-in action from kickoff to touchdown. A call. The ball is snapped and the play continues. A drama of man on man and a race against the clock. It's precision, persistence, power. The unleashed speed of the kickoff. The whistling feet of a great runner. The reckless fury of a goal-line stand. The crowning glory of a winning touchdown. The swelling roar of the crowd... This is pro football. The sport of our time.Ed Sabol of NFL Films, Inc once said about Facenda: "He could make a laundry list sound like the Constituion." I don't think I can disagree.
Digressions aside, the Steelers have been up and down since those magical seasons of the '70s. But Joe Wells points out that second-year defensive back Troy Polamalu has finally found the secret formula of defense, which I hope will bring the Steelers back to the top again.
What's the magic formula? Apparently it's this: (1) Diagnose; (2) Run like hell; (3) Hit somebody.It's beautiful in it's simplicity, like some kind of "Zen" football. In fact, I think it would make an excellent Haiku:
While reading the play,
I run like hell down the field
to hit somebody
I'm already getting antsy for opening day.