Heinz Field's banks of lights had flickered to black, the speakers and seating areas had long since fallen silent, and Pat Narduzzi was still going at it. This was inside Pitt's friends and family lounge, down by the press conference room, and barely a few of those remained. But the coach's mouth never stopped moving. Arms flapping. Finger pointing.
The only difference between that and the four hours before?
It was difficult to discern, in all honesty, if anyone was still listening.
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