Steelers-Jaguars Quasi-Live Blog, Third Quarter

1) During NBC's Halftime Orchestra of Punditry, Tiki Barber, acting out of instinct, throws the QB (Ben) under the bus. Now yes, he certainly didn't play that well... but someone might want to note that Daventurd has 9 carries for 13 yards, and that's with his first three carries going for 21. Mr. Ben is not exactly drowning in help.

2) I put the youngest down for bed, and miss the Garrard pick. The Jag defense stiffens amidst unnecessary Steelers offense trickery -- note the continuing theme of Tomlin not trusting his players to be better without misdirection, a common problem with this team, and a big reason why I picked against them this week. Jags are up 21-10, and that under pick is on severe life support.

3) Jags take the kickoff and drive it down the gut, aided by a bad face mask penalty on what would have been a sack. Mo-Jo scores from distance to make it 28-10, and it's a really bad sign for the home team that his jersey is still looking mighty clean. There are 19 minutes left in the game and the Steelers season.

4) Davencrap fumbles the resulting kickoff, but it goes out of bounds. Get ready for a lot of Ben pulling stuff out of his butt, and yes, the fecal jokes are coming just and furious here. Will I have to go to Thesaurus.com to find more words for Najeh? That's about all of the suspense left right about now.

5) I'm going into Larry King mode now, so let me apologize in advance for the utter lack of quality or insight... A shot now of Grady Jackson, who has to still be burning from that Falcons rejection. He'll never be able to get over the shame of being on a Final Four team... The Steelers are driving just to ruin my under pick. Bastards. But Hines Ward is my idea of a WR. Love that guy... Is there a worse penalty in football than the false start by the offense at home?... Ben takes a bad sack by trying to do too much, setting up a 4th and 12 to start the fourth quarter... and Holmes breaks a tackle on a blitz, ruins the under and makes this a game again. Sheesh. 28-17, and right now, Gregg Easterbrook is writing things in his notebook of Smug Crap that absolutely no one will be surprised by. Seriously, can't he just set up a macro for this now? Back in a bit...