The Steelers are supposed to be a proud, simple team, unadorned by pageantry, save a couple polka fight songs. However, in a little bit of 75th anniversary whimsy, the team decided to unveil a mascot in the form of a gruff, beetle-browed and apparently jaundiced steelworker. And that was a forgivable annoyance.
But then the front office thought, "Hey! We should probably give him a name." They solicited fan input and received 70,000 submissions. The chosen appellation?
Clearly, I am not pleased. Remember how some people wanted to track down the woman whose car Big Ben impaled himself upon? That was wrong. But if you wish to do the same to Diane Roles, the woman responsible for this sickening nom de mascot, well, can't really fault you on that one.
Why are these people not throwing Molotov cocktails?