If Russell Wilson arrives for his
meeting with the Pittsburgh Steelers and is asked by coach Mike Tomlin to compete with Kenny Pickett for the No. 1 quarterback job, Wilson should laugh in Tomlin’s face and walk out.
The Steelers will likely blow their chance to sign Wilson via the dumb proposition of a Super Bowl winner who could well make the Hall of Fame being asked to compete with a bum who has small hands, a popgun arm, scrambles into sacks and only threw six touchdown passes last season. (Wilson had 26, one more than the Steelers as a team have totaled over the past two campaigns.)
Mason Rudolph replaced Pickett late in the season and outplayed him. But Pickett was still listed as No. 1 on the depth chart.
Wilson threw 20 touchdowns and one interception in the red zone last year. Pickett threw six touchdowns total.
This reeks of shenanigans.
The Steelers say they’re impervious to outside noise. But they’ve heard a phalanx of pundits say that the Steelers are nuts to commit unconditionally to Pickett: Peter King, Stephen A. Smith, Ryan Clark and Colin Cowherd among them. So they’ve come up with a response to such talk that they won’t have to execute. “We tried to get Wilson, but…”
Wilson is a nailed-on prima donna married to a pop star. He had his own office in Denver and his personal support staff on site. You’d have to be insane to think that Wilson would adopt a whole new persona upon arriving in Pittsburgh, quickly throwing a friendly arm around Pickett.
Wilson doesn’t have to play this season or ever again: The Broncos will be paying him $39 million this year.
This whole scenario is typical of the current Steelers: Haphazardly managed and too often their own worst enemy. They can’t get out of their own way.