he Eagles had just pounded out a 17-play, fourth-quarter touchdown drive that appeared to have three main features:It covered the approximate length of the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
It felt as though it took longer.
It threw the Steelers over an embankment that was a whole lot steeper emotionally than the one-point deficit it would illuminate on the Heinz Field scoreboard.There were still 61/2 minutes to play, but that was not so much a comfort as a threat. With that much time remaining in a bloody maulathhon of a football game, what additional shenanigans could Mike Tomlin's team get itself into?
To arrive at that point on a rainy afternoon, the Steelers dropped passes, fell down in the open field, veered inexplicably into green-on-white oncoming traffic, got called for holding, pass interference, holding, illegal formation, holding, false start, running out of bounds on a punt, unnecessary roughness, personal foul, and, I believe, failure to disperse.
