Tuesday was the ultimate Antonio Brown day.
Shortly before news broke from ESPN that the disgruntled Pittsburgh Steelers wide receiver had formally requested a trade , Brown sent this tweet, bidding a fond farewell to Pittsburgh.
— Antonio Brown (@AB84) February 12, 2019
It was a pleasant, grounded message. It was a kind outreach. The video even included hugs and warm moments with Ben Roethlisberger, the apparent subject of Brown’s discontent in the ’Burgh.
When I saw that post, it struck me as the lone mature, sane, human thing Brown has done during this whole divorce he is trying to force.
Then I thought about it some more.
That’s when I realized: This is “as AB as AB gets.”
I’ll grant him this. He was trying. His heart was in the right place. He — and whoever he hired to edit that video — tried to hit the right notes.
Keep something in mind, though. Just because Brown is asking for a trade doesn’t mean he is going to get one.
Not yet anyway. Nor has he been guaranteed a release.
Unless Brown — and his agent Drew Rosenhaus — know something we don’t, no deal is in place.
If general manager Kevin Colbert doesn’t get return to his liking, the Steelers may not trade Brown. If Art Rooney II is so nauseated by the notion of Brown engineering his own ticket out of Pittsburgh, he may not acquiesce by cutting his pouting star.
Let me be clear. Those options would be the best possible outcomes to end this ridiculous situation. Get Brown out of town and perhaps get some sort of return in a deal. The Steelers need to find a partner, however. Or they need to accommodate AB’s whim and cut him.
Isn’t this latest development, “Sooooo Antonio Brown?”
He requested a trade and then pronounced its finality as if it is a fait accompli. And he did so within a matter of hours.
That’s the quintessential Antonio Brown move. “I want something. So give me everything I want right now.”
• I want the ball on every play.
• I want to stream on Facebook Live.
• I want to practice and show up for meetings when I see fit.
• I want to arrive at training camp in a helicopter but live off campus.
• I want my kids to run around in the end zone during practice and my own social media crew on the sideline.
• I want to talk only on Fridays.
• I want the team MVP every year.
• I want the speed limit to be 100 mph.
• I want a blonde mustache.
• I want the quarterback to praise me at every turn.
Now AB wants to be in San Francisco. Sending him there — or anywhere — is likely best for everyone involved.
The only thing I hate about that potential outcome is Brown getting his way.
Tim Benz is a Tribune-Review staff writer. You can contact Tim at [email protected] or via Twitter @TimBenzPGH. All tweets could be reposted. All emails are subject to publication unless specified otherwise.