If not for an ethical district attorney, an angry but fatherly owner, and a depth chart that’s chin strap-thin at quarterback, Ben Roethlisberger might not be a Pittsburgh Steeler today.
As it is, Ben Roethlisberger isn’t going to be in the Steelers’ starting lineup anytime soon. I’d be stunned — and disappointed — if NFL commissioner Roger Goodell doesn’t bring the wood and suspend Boozin’ Ben for at least three games and preferably four: two games for embarrassing his team and the league, another two for being dumber than a blocking sled.
Forget, if you can, that Roethlisberger has left a trail of police reports from Lake Tahoe to Milledgeville, Ga. Or that women seem to accuse him of sexual assault a lot. Or that he’s lucky to be alive after a 2006 motorcycle accident. (Go figure: a guy who wears a helmet for a living, didn’t wear one on a motorcycle.)
“We have made it very clear to Ben that there will be consequence for his actions, and Ben has indicated to us he is willing to accept those consequences,” Art Rooney II said Thursday.
What amazes you most is that Roethlisberger never seems to learn. He treats life with the same indifference he treats oncoming rushers. He just stands there, takes the hits, staggers up and does the same thing again and again.
Meanwhile, Donovan McNabb — model citizen, model teammate, model representative of the league and the Philadelphia Eagles — gets shipped to the Washington Redskins in a cardboard box. All he did was win games, conduct himself with dignity and never appear in a police mug shot.
Continued at ESPN.com