I stare sullenly at my favorite Steelers jersey, a white one bearing a black seven and a golden "Roethlisberger" across the back, and I contemplate the question that has been on my mind since this whole circus began:
How do I ever wear that shirt again?
I have many friends who are college-aged females, as well as several young female cousins. Every time I look at that jersey, I think of them.
And I think of him.
When the Steelers picked Ben Roethlisberger with the No. 11 selection in the 2004 NFL Draft, I rejoiced.
Finally, someone to erase the memories of Neil O'Donnell and Kordell Stewart. He would eventually replace Tommy Maddox, who had his time.
It was all so exciting.
In 2005 and 2008, he lead the Steelers to their first two Super Bowls since Terry Bradshaw and Chuck Noll were running the show.
Never mind that motorcycle accident in 2006. That was just Ben being a young maverick.
Then last summer came.
I must admit, the first set of allegations against Roethlisberger were worthless...
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