It is both our blessing and curse as Americans that we have an uncanny ability to toss aside recent history and place all our hopes and beliefs behind the strange man on television. How many Pittsburgh Steelers fans a year ago were mocking Aaron Rodgers on Oct. 20, 2024, when the then–New York Jets quarterback threw two interceptions against Pittsburgh in an outright stomping at the (former) ketchup factory?
Now Rodgers is something of a prize; a perceived upgrade from a year ago when the Steelers had both Justin Fields and Russell Wilson on the roster. The Steelers would be seen as winning him away from the New York Giants if Rodgers, indeed, decides to sign with Pittsburgh. And, God bless New York, which—should he sign with Pittsburgh—would have the unfortunate distinction of having shown the world that it must settle for its third choice after Matthew Stafford’s and Rodgers’s decisions. Losing out on Rodgers, a quarterback that is as bizarre a fit for the sterling silver franchise as a suit and tie at Woodstock, would now be considered a monumental travesty.
