The Wannstache never sleeps, instead cranking his players up at 5 in the morning in Pittsburgh to let them know 5-6 won't be tolerated.(HT: The Wiz) (6-5, though, would be downright Wannstache-alicious, based on his career numbers.) Cheap cracks on Wannstedt aside, the article paints an unenviable picture of a morning workout on the hill in Steeltown:
"The first Friday, it was ugly," Wannstedt said. "Guys were puking, they were falling out. It was freezing cold, and we had guys who had tears frozen on their faces."
That also describes any other group of men milling about in Pittsburgh at 5 in the morning, so they should have fit right in with the crowd. The outdoor running does have a certain sadistic element that would fit right in with Mickey "Yes, Master" Marotti, the Florida trainer who stations buckets by mat drill stations for unaccustomed victims to puke in after sessions. The crux of all this being: if you see boulders being rolled uphill early one frosty morning in Pittsburgh, it's probably not two loaded Steeler fans settling a bet (though don't rule that out...)
The Wannstache in winter?
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