Big Ben Roethlisberger was an anxiety-wracked kid the night he became the youngest quarterback to win a Super Bowl, so overwhelmed by Super Bowl jitters that he showed up smaller than Little Ben.
It is three years later, and this time it is Kurt Warner, the fearless old gunslinger, whose itchy trigger finger is ready to accommodate anyone crazy enough to engage him in a shootout, waiting for Big Ben Roethlisberger when High Noon arrives tomorrow night a little after 6 o'clock. Continue