So I had a really bad dream last night, one that actually woke me up feeling all nervous, and ruined an otherwise great sleep. 

It was a playoff game at Heinz Field, and the weather was typical of January in Pittsburgh (think the Chargers game from earlier this year).  Anyhow, my dream joined the game in progress early in the fourth.  The Steelers were down 14-0, when they put a really long drive together that ate up the clock.  With around 7:00 to go, we got down to their red zone, when we stalled.  Facing fourth and goal, what do we do?  Kick a bloody field goal.  It was shades of something Cowher would do.  Then the Browns got the ball back and put together a drive that went well past the two minute warning, and all I could keep wondering was, how could we let the Browns exorcise their demons in our house, IN THE PLAYOFFS?  Apparently we got the ball back and they stopped us for a safety, because they ended up winning 16-3. 

It was horrific, and it made me realize just how much we should savor our streak of victories over those guys (even this last game that meant nothing), because one day, they WILL exorcise their demons and beat us, possibly in a scenario not unlike my dream.