When I played for the Steelers and I got my bell rung, I'd take smelling salts and go right back out there.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
To be honest, I've just become a Steelers fan.
The people that I was working with made it all good for me - made it important to me - made it special. I will miss everyone in the Steelers organization.
The Steelers have influenced everything I've done as an adult.
I follow the Patriots, but the Steelers were my first and true love. I still have a 'Terrible Towel.'
Maybe I'm just getting old, but I remember when your average NFL player would come to the sideline, spit out three bicuspids, Scotch-tape his humerus together and get back out there.
No matter how much you've won, no matter how many games, no matter how many championships, no matter how many Super Bowls, you're not winning now, so you stink.
I was 21, and rehearsing a play, took a fall and was in a coma for a few days. And when I recovered, I'd lost my sense of smell completely.
My mother was a huge Steelers fan, so they were my team growing up.
I don't think the NFL had the slightest intention of taking me, except as maybe a water boy.
After I'd hit a home run and took my position in the field, the fans in the bleachers began throwing packages of tobacco at me. I stuffed them in my pocket.