I wonder what the narrative on Carson Palmer would be if that Pittsburgh DT hadn't lunged at his knee in the playoffs in 2005 (same Stealers team that would go on to win the SB)?
I was at that game and the Bengals were going to kick Pittsburgh's ass that night. First play a long bomb to Chris Henry (a throw that Andy Dalton couldn't make in his wildest dreams) and boom, Carson is done. Felt like someone let the air out of the entire stadium.
Carson leads the Bengals to their first SB in franchise history and he's beloved in this city until the end of time.