There are statements.
"I once had a farm in Africa" is a statement.
"Excuse me, sir, I believe you are holding my pet warthog," is another kind of statement.
"Mission Accomplished," is an entirely different kind of statement.
But memorable as those may be, none compares to the kind of statement the Steelers defense issued on a hundred degree day in Nashville, Tennessee. I can't really put it into words because it's not that kind of statement. It's more of a visceral kind of statement, the kind you feel in your bones, in your bone marrow, really. If I may translate, I think it goes something along the lines of:
"Any man I see out there, I'm gonna kill him. Any sumbitch takes a shot at me, I'm not only gonna kill him, but I'm gonna kill his wife, all his friends, his dog, and burn his damn house down.
James Harrison and Troy Polamalu"
Or something like that.
Seven turnovers. Two forced by Harrison. One huge endzone interception by Troy.
The best running back in the NFL held to 34 yards on 16 carries.
Vince Young. Benched.
They did it with no help from the offense, with the quarterback listed FOURTH on the depth chart holding down the fort, and a decimated offensive line. They did it with players going down to injury, heat exhaustion and general attrition. And yet, they were completely and totally dominant every moment they were on the field (except when they went to that silly PREvent defense.)
Steelers Defense to NFL:
Reports of our demise have been greatly exaggerated. Consider this our one and only notice. You have officially been served. It is on, bitches.