Ben Roethlisberger: The New Sheriff in Town

I was born in 1972. That means when the Steelers won their fourth Super Bowl, I wasn't really old enough to be concerned. Since that time, we have had a long wait to have someone under center that I actually had any confidence in. The list is very long of people that were going to come in and take the beloved Steelers to the promised land of Super Bowl champions. Here's a list of names for you: Mark Malone, Bubby Brister, Neil "I made more from the Cowboys in one game than the rest of my career" O'Donnell, Kordell Stewart, and even Tommy Maddox. Every time we got a new QB, I had to hear how none of them were as good as Terry Bradshaw. And at no point did any of them give me any ammunition to argue that fact. Then came Big Ben. When Roethlisberger took us to Super Bowl XL and won, I could finally say that my generation's Terry Bradshaw had arrived. Then there was the motorcycle accident, and most everyone I know jumped off Ben's bandwagon as quick as LaMarr Woodley going after a fumble ... (link)