Obligatory Pre-Superbowl Post: Decent story here about the brothers Courson, Steve and Bruce. Steve played for the Steelers during the heady days of the steel curtain, when the terrible towel was something that hung from Bradshaw's belt. He became an anti-steroids crusader after his health was destroyed by them. Bruce, never much of a football fan, still roots for the Steelers, his late brother's old team. (Steve died in an accident last year.) I like the part about how he taught himself German and Russian to better study history. I'm sure that happens all the time in the NFL, eh?