It’s hot. Martavis Bryant put on some weight (in a good way). All of the signal-callers not named Ben are having trouble mastering the intricacies of the center-quarterback exchange. Mike Tomlin is back in front of the microphone speaking those carefully crafted (if not recycled) and smoothly delivered catchphrases we’ve all come to know. Did I mention it’s hot?
Not sure about the rest of you, but through the first few days of training camp, that’s about all I’ve learned about the 2015 Pittsburgh Steelers. And quite honestly, that’s about all I need to know when we haven’t even flipped our calendars to August yet.
Sure, we’re all thrilled that Tom Brady won’t be under center when the Steelers open the regular season in New England and that Le’Veon Bell’s suspension was reduced from three games to two, but I’ve always been hesitant to focus solely on the things the media at large has latched on to or rely on second- and third-hand accounts of the goings-on at St. Vincent as a means of gauging the quality of this year’s iteration of the black and gold.
This being my first full football season as a (somewhat) active member of social media, I honestly don’t know what to do with the drips and drabs of “news” that clog my Twitter feed. It’s all fine and good that Heath Miller catches everything that comes out of the Jugs machine, that Antonio Brown is dedicating himself to becoming the best wide receiver on the planet and Bud Dupree prefers to scratch his behind with his left hand (OK, maybe I made up that last one), but everything that happens between now and Sept. 10 is just details.
Sure, every commentator from Al Michaels to Greg Gumbel to Jon Gruden will recycle tales from training camp to fill the dead air between plays during their broadcasts this fall and winter as a means of illustrating the grit, toughness or humanity of a particular player. But when it comes down to it – when a drive, a game, a season is on the line this December – I could care less who dominated the backs-on-backers drill, what kind of car they drove to Latrobe or which cartoon character adorned their dorm-room pillow five months earlier.
I’ll concede that those types of anecdotes do add context (and help fill the countless hours of pre-, post- and in-game programming), the fact that Cortez Allen has two pet turtles named Starsky and Hutch shouldn’t mean a thing to the members of Steeler Nation.
OK, you got me. I made up that one too. Enjoy the rest of training camp!