A Turkey for Thanksgiving Time

As we roll toward the holidays, I recall one glorious moment in the midst of Steeler Super Bowls and Browns futility during the 70's, when we rose up and knocked the behemoth from their lofty post. Chuck Noll was a great coach. He turned down trodden perennial losers in Pittsburgh into a dynasty, and they almost always pounded us into the ground. ALMOST always. I could never stand Terry Bradshaw...always thought he was over-rated and somewhat of a poser. It seemed he was ALWAYS being knocked out of the game and then he would always limp, shuffle and drag himself back in to be the hero who lead the Steelers to victory. The Steelers had won the last two Super Bowls and had perhaps their BEST team in 1976, but the wheels came off after playing us that October and they didn't even make the playoffs. Bradshaw didn't ride back in to the rescue after THIS hit. In wrestling parlance, Turkey Jones suplexed Bradshaw, twisting him in mid-air and screwing him head first into the ground.It was glorious. I remember my 12-year-old self screaming at the television, "Let's see you come back in after THAT Bradshaw!". We already had the lead and went on for one of our few 70's victories over the Steelers. It was glorious. The refs called a penalty on Jones and the fumble that occurred when Bradshaw lost consciousness didn't count...didn't matter. They couldn't stop running back Greg Pruitt and without Bradshaw the Steelers folded. Did I mention it was glorious?