Well, it's not the first time we've heard about an overanxious fan going to extreme lengths in seeking out his 15 seconds of fame in the belly of the beast, but it's sure as shit the time in which the beast was at it's most volatile. As your average, everyday asshole, I can't think of too many things I'd be more frightful of being mistaken for than an NFL hopeful on an NFL field during the stretch of training camp in which tempers have reached an absolute boil. Like, by all means, let me be caught in a gunman's periphery while wearing all beige and hiking through the woods during hunting season if the alternative is to go head-to-head in a battle for leverage against an NFL safety whose been clashing with familiar faces for hot summer weeks on end. Meanwhile, some schmuck off the street is out there willing to turn himself into the equivalent of a made-to-order carcass in a lion's den all in the name of the unfulfilling and never-ending search for attention on the internet. Had he gotten the retweets, or whatever he was looking for, then I suppose it would be tough to argue that he didn't earn them, but I still can't help but feel as though the Steelers would have been better served to put him through an Oklahoma drill to set an unmistakable precedent that the gridiron is no place for games. Even if there were legal reasons that deterred them from doing so, the least they could have done was drained the entirety of this intestines by letting him reach the front of the line in a full contact drill. I get that it's important to eliminate distractions, but it seems like Mike Tomlin missed a golden opportunity for his team to bond in a way fitting of a pack of a sharks circling its prey until, at the very least, said prey released some embarrassingly unpleasant secretions.
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