Look, there's no denying that fat jokes are the low hanging fruit when talking about someone whose face has long appeared to have been pulled from a hornet's nest, but - in fairness - it's not like said fruit was ripe for Ben Roethlisberger's lunch box when Carlos Dunlap decided to pluck it. In all seriousness, I can't help but feel like this is the perfect prelude to another iteration of a rivalry whose bad blood has been kept at a consistent boil by years and years of crippling cheap shots and lewd low blows. Again, fat jokes aren't typically my thing, but did we really expect the Bengals or Steelers to pull even the most blindsided of punches during the proverbial weigh-in? At this point, doing the verbal equivalent of smushing the cheeks of the Steelers' starting quarterback is just about the nicest mean thing you could say about a dysfunctional organization that's the flicking of one lit cigarette away from going up in flames at any given time. Carlos Dunlap's carnivalesque guesstimation on just how much Ben Roethlisberger dents the scales was probably as gratuitous as his diet on behalf of AFC North animosity. That said, all is fair in hate and war, and this week serves as preparation for an inevitable and bi-annual clash of those two things.
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