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0 comments 01 March 2010

The Olympics are over

Vancouver, BC hosted the best ever Winter games. The home athletes won more gold medals than any other country. I am so proud to be neighbors with such a welcoming people. With open arms, our Canadian friends beckoned to the world and with open hearts, made us all feel at home there.

Very rarely do I root for anyone but either the US or Dutch team. This time, it was different because Sidney Crosby was an alternate captain for the Canadian Men’s Ice Hockey team, and I can’t root against Crosby, so I had to root for him. I purchased a #87 Team Canada jersey and proceeded to raise ruckus at victory and naval gaze at (only one!!) defeat.

Sidney Crosby Team Canada jerseyTo understand hockey in general is to recognize that the game holds a status in Canada similar to that of religion. A sacred, honored tradition that requires no less than the devotion of most if not all of the thirty-four million inhabitants. Pittsburgh has a strong hockey tradition too, largely because of our climate, but also because 19% of ice hockey players in the XXI Winter Olympiad are or were Pittsburgh Penguins at one point or another in the past. Our former player and coach, Ed Olczyk, provided half of NBC’s color commentary during the entire Olympics. We are proud of legacy.

Vancouver 2010 How could I watch Olympic hockey and not root for team Canada? And when the Gold Medal game went into overtime tied at 2, I *knew* that Sidney Crosby would break the tie and win gold for his country. Make no mistake, the first 7 minutes, 39 seconds were rough… but when he got that puck in the net, I swear, I could hear all of Canada cheering if I turned my head just so and the wind was right.

Gold wasn’t around the necks of just the men’s Canadian hockey team- the women’s Canadian hockey team won their gold medal match just three days earlier- also against team USA. In a bizarre turn of Olympic statistics, Finland won bronze in both events, so that the results were equal in both men’s and women’s ice hockey- something that has never happened.

Team Norway Men's Curling at the Vancouver Olympics and their crazy pants Along with Ice Hockey, several dozen Curling games are played during the course of a Winter Olympics. I watched about fifteen round robin matches and all six medal matches. I was rooting for Team USA men’s, Team Canada men’s and women’s, Team Britain men’s and women’s and Team Norway men’s because of the pants.

Canada wins record 14 Winter Olympic gold medals Another amazing feat at these Olympics was the amount of gold won by the host country. A record was set in both the number of gold medals won by Canada in a Winter Olympics and the number of gold medals won by any other participating NOC in Winter Olympic history- 14. With amazing ease and cheers from an entire nation, Alexandre Bilodeau became the first Canadian ever to win an Olympic gold medal on home soil in men’s Freestyle Skiing Moguls. It was a magical moment. The entire XXI Winter Olympics were magical. Not to sound too corny, but I sincerely wish that Canada could host every winter Olympics from now on. These were, by far, my favorite Winter Olympics.

0 comments 12 February 2010

The XXI Winter Olympic Medal Table

0 comments 14 August 2009

It is August 13th. I go in for surgery tomorrow at UPMC in Oakland. I got directions, but they're a little fuzzy since I can't frigging write with my broken effing finger.

To 'celebrate' the first game for the Steelers since winning the Super Bowl, we decided to bring in the new season at Hough's with mom. Yes, mom came to Hough's with us. It was about 25 minutes before game time and we just settled into our seats at a high table near the back, before the bar got really super crowded.

Suddenly, our plans were shot to shit and our lives got more interesting as Barb came to us and casually said 'Do you guys wanna go to this game?' I said 'Oh yeah. I'd love to be there, it would be great... I've never been to Heinz Field for a Steelers game before.' Barb then offered tickets to the game, a gold parking pass and the most exciting way possibly imaginable to spend the day before surgery.

We dropped a dejected mom off at her apartment with our heartfelt apologies, raced home, changed into Steelers gear, grabbed the camera, Terrible Towel and off we went to Heinz Field for our first Steelers game. It was against the Arizona Cardinals, upon whose ass we very concisely cracked a bottle of whoop in the last meeting on, of all days, Super Bowl Sunday!!

Needless to say, we were geeked out. It was a great game. In very short order, we found that there were only two ATMs within walking distance of our amazing seats and a line of 13 people takes exactly 28 minutes to render.

We had some snacks, of course and a couple drinks. The parking was primo. The seats were awesome.

Marieke and I had the distinct honor of being one of about thirty-thousand to bear eye-witness to the first pre-season game of the World Champion Pittsburgh Steelers. It was truly memorable.

The sixth Lombardi Trophy was among it's five brothers in the hall of champions, but it was surrounded by fifty-thousand people, s we opted for a zoom-in pic.

I would change nothing about that night.

It's just after midnight and I'm nowhere near tired. Just slapped my last patch onto my arm. The next couple weeks are not going to be nice.

0 comments 16 June 2009

Just about four months ago it was -15F in the 'Burgh. I know this because as much as I wanted to attend the Steelers Super Bowl Victory parade, it was just too cold, so I recorded it from the internet and watched it like three times. Today was different- and in so many ways.

Today it was time for a 17 year drought to come to an end- that of a Penguins Stanley Cup Victory Parade. It was great weather- a little too hot for Marieke, but just right for me. We left as soon as the announcement was made online that streets were being closed ahead of the parade. Driving along the route that would take us to the First Ave Garage, I took notice of several dozen people waiting along Greenfield Ave for a bus that would take them to where we were going. The bus that ended up passing us on Second Ave was stuffed with revelers wearing jerseys. 87, 9, 48, 13, 11- even 81 and quite a few 66- all headed to the same place for the same reason: to welcome home an old friend- Lord Stanley.

It wasn't until we spent four minutes driving in the upward spiral to the top floor of the garage that I realized just how many people could potentially be at the parade. My estimation bore a smaller number than that of the Super Bowl parade.

With parking ticket in hand, we marched toward the elevator with all the excitement of school children (at least I was that excited). Luckily the first elevator was too full to join and we had to wait for another. It was lucky because we came across a very awesome, very large, very green poster held by a woman named Jenny. She proceeded to tell us that she is from Nova Scotia and her sign was for Sidney Crosby. Well, that geeked me out and I immediately had to have a picture of her and her poster. Just new to the city, having only been here since Friday, she asked if she could tag along with us since she didn't know where anything was. We were only too happy to oblige. I always think of Pittsburgh as a friendly town (as long as your not driving on the parkways or trying to merge onto one) and I rather enjoy making others feel welcome here, so it was an added treat for me.

Jenny is training in Monroeville to be a paramedic and said many times that she can not believe that the Penguins won the Stanley Cup. I kindly informed her that since she had been in the city since Friday (the very day we won the Cup), that she would now have to remain in town for forever since she seemed to bring some good ol' fashion Canadian good luck with her.

After scoping out the large crowds int he parking garage on The Boulevard, we decided to remain closer to Grant St near the TV crews because there would probably be alot of pauses so that people would be able to talk to the news and that meant we would have ample opportunity to ogle our favorite players or even *gasp* the Cup itself.

Our spot was chosen, we rooted ourselves and prepared for the spectacle we were about to witness. Jenny had other ideas, excusing her way to the very front so that her poster could be seen by Crosby. A cameraman from Channel 4 took interest and interviewed her about it, much to our amazement, since she had only just gotten to the city only four days ago and now she would be on the local news. We chose to stay put and enjoyed the view just as well from our spot (the best one, in my opinion). There was so much to see and take in during the hour we had to wait before the parade started. It was harrowing for me to admit that I was in a very large crowd of people, but I was determined to maintain composure and focused on the signs that other people made, their championship shirts, everyone's hats, the dog whose person was wearing a classic #66 jersey, complete with a 'Badger' Bob Hohnson patch worn on the jerseys of the first Pittsburgh Penguins Stanley Cup Champions in 1991.

The police horses were agitated by the occasional pop of confetti crackers and their bowels were clearly quite disturbed by them; the people surrounding us frequently wondered aloud weather or not the situation would pose an unsurmountable obstacle for the parade participants. Marieke and I, taking the high road in the matter simply giggled to ourselves.

Alby Oxenrider from Channel 11 wanted to interview the crowd near our location, but could not get through the barricades and so he decided to crowd surf down to the sidewalk. Literally. He jumped into the crowd of people and for about a minute, was completely at the mercy of the arm strength of those below him.

The corner of Grant St and The Boulevard of the Allies is normally a very major intersection and the Trib Total Media decided a few years ago to install a news ticker and electronic billboard at the location. For once, there were no adverts on the billboard and no news on the ticker. In their place, a series of very nice photographs from the trophy presentation at the end of Game 7 and other Penguins tributes were displayed.

We had been at our 'spot' for nearly an hour when we heard someone mention by relay of a cell phone text message, that the parade had started and that Mario Lemieux was leading it off. Three large PAT buses went by shortly thereafter, their marquee red 'SPECIAL' and 'LET'S GO PENS!'. I mentioned to Marieke that they were going to be used to transport the parade participants back from the end of the route, a supposition that was carried throughout the nearby crowd. The excitement in the crowd was palpable. The Pittsburgh Police Pipes and Drums led the parade, followed by a Pittsburgh Police Color Guard. Then someone in the first row shouted, 'There's Mario!!' We all gawked at the same time. One of the busiest corners in downtown Pittsburgh was transformed into a schoolyard filled with children awaiting the arrival of the ice cream truck.

With amazing alacrity, a black convertible arrived just in front of us. Seated in the back and along the rear panel were Mario Lemieux and co-owner Ron Burkle. The crowd erupted in chants of 'Mario! Mario!' as he exited his car to talk to the media. My view of his person was obstructed by the throng and Marieke pointed out that the Mayor was in the car just behind Mario's. I snapped a few shots of the guy as he commented that he's not as important.

As times bring special moments to the city I often think how much Bob O'Connor would have loved to have seen them. *sigh*

After Le Magnifique rounded his car and hoped back in, Mayor followed suit and had a short pressie. His re-mount into his car was not as graceful since he almost fell down and went boom.

This was followed by three 'Just Ducky' tour buses filled with lucky people whose identities remain a mystery. Then it began. The twenty-seven Pittsburgh Penguin players perched in the rear of pick-up trucks of alternating black/red colors (helpful in piecing together a chronology of the parade) began passing our vantage point, each one briefly stopping while the one in front paused to allow an interview.

The order was as follows:

Truck 1- Satan (81), Kennedy (48), Fedotenko (26)
Truck 2- Curry (1), Thiessen (30), Garon (32), Scuderi (4)
Truck 3- Boucher (43), Staal (11), Goligoski (3), Minard (23)
Truck 4- Taffe (22), Dupuis (9), Kunitz (14)
Truck 5- Jeffrey (42), Talbot (25), Guerin (13)- Also the Prince of Wales Trophy.
Dan Bylsma and his family followed the fifth truck and he was kind enough to get out and walk around, greeting the fans that lined the route. I got maybe one or two shots of him and they're not that good.
Truck 6- Gill (2), Adams (27), Letang (58)
Truck 7- Eaton (7), Lovejoy (65), Godard (28), Zigomanis (15)
Truck 8- Orpik (44), Sykora (17), Cooke (24)
Truck 9- Malkin (71) with his Conn Smythe award for MVP and now famous parents in tow.
Truck 10- Crosby (87), Fleury (28) with the Stanley Cup.

When the Cup went by, I shrieked like a girl. It was the first time I had ever seen the Cup that close. Seventeen years ago when all of Pittsburgh Public School students skipped class to attend the victory rally at Three Rivers Stadium, it appeared a dot whose definition became apparent only when it was hoisted by Lemieux. I was at first struck by how shiny it was, then by how old it was, then by the fact that it is the same cup that has been hoisted and paraded and won for the last 111 years. Truly a moment to behold for which I have a total of 33 images to remember it by.

After that, everything became a blur. We met up with Jenny who said she didn't even get to see the Cup because she was holding her poster up for Crosby, who ended up not seeing it, but Fleury did and gave her a thumbs up. We exchanged contact info and started back toward the garage.

On our way, I ended up two paces from Sally Wiggin. She was so polite and even posed for a snapshot. It was a really awesome way to end a really awesome day.

I have no recollection of what happened between then and now, aside from sorting the nearly 700 pictures I took of the day, getting the exact spellings of the player's names correct and writing this.

It is now 3:45am and I shall slumber with visions of the Cup dancing in my head.

0 comments 13 June 2009

After an amazing season, a coaching change and quite a few heart-attack-games, The Pittsburgh Penguins won the Stanley Cup!!!

What an amazing run!!

My two cents about the Cup Final:

I can not count how many times one brawl or another broke out between the Pens and the Wings before game 7. There were so many fights and penalties and really nasty hits and so much of this series was defined by this. Malkin suddenly became emotional on the ice and got off a few really awesome punches on more than one occasion. The Wings were all over any Penguin who had the puck to point where turnovers were becoming ridiculous.

By game 3, when the Pens came home, it wasn't looking too good for us, but the argument had been made over and over again, especially after the disaster that was game 5, about how very important home-ice is for a team in the Stanley Cup Finals.

Game 6 was nerve wracking. I can remember shouting at the television when the cup was brought out of its box and was being polished, 'PUT IT BACK!! PUT IT BACK,' not wanting to re-live the disappointment of last year's Cup Final result.

Having won game 6 and forcing a game 7, the odds really were stacked against the Penguins to win. None of the commentators, sports writers or average Joes on the street were tired of pointing out that only 3 of the last 17 Stanley Cups were awarded to the visiting team in game 7. Contrary to this ubiquitous fact, I became overly fond of pointing out that there is something of a 'negative space' issue in these statistics during the time between game 6 and game 7.

It's not about what the statistics say, it's about what they don't say. It's the element of probability that is absent from the commentators', writers' and Joes' estimation of the chances for a Penguins win. The Penguins had more of a chance to win game 7 because of the stacked statistics. It was more probable that they would win because the numbers were due for a tick in the other direction. It's like playing the number 314 in the PA Lottery. 314 rarely comes up. It is the least hit-upon number combination. So, based on the history of the PA Lottery, one wouldn't play this number because it doesn't come up often, right? Wrong. 314 has a greater chance of hitting because it doesn't come up that often.

Regardless of the commentary, articles and conversations, the Red Wings didn't loose the game. The Penguins won the game; and it was the first time during the entire series that we lead the series. Detroit led four times.

It took all of six games, but the Red Wings finally looked at the Penguins and respected the team for having forced a game 7, for having the guts and the stamina to deny them a cup in game 6, even after the whipping we took in game 5. There were virtually no 'stupid penalties' in this game, no fights and the hit count was almost even- especially the real zingers. It wasn't tipped way in favor of the Wings this time. So good on them for having the guts to respect the Penguins. It takes alot for a team to put everything else aside and give an opponent some respect.

I could, at this point, say something really un-sportsman-like about Hossa right now; such as 'he's now reduced to a curse' or 'serves him right for bailing on Pittsburgh' or 'he got his just desserts' or something equally ironic about his situation. But I won't.

The Penguins so deserve this victory... and so do we, the fans.

WOW!! Two major national championships in the same year! What is my application of the 'negative space' theory of statistics to the Pittsburgh Pirates? Yeah, not so much.

The Penguins win marks the first time in professional sports history that a Super Bowl winning team is from the same city as a Stanley Cup winning team in the same year. That's a really clumsy way of putting that, but it's 4:13am and I've just realized that there will now be no more hockey for the next few months... but I think my point was made.

Congratulations, Penguins, on an amazing championship season!!

Some video from NHL.com:

#71 Malkin MVP!!!


I'm not sure exactly what happened a year ago at this time, but I'm pretty sure the fans in Mellon Arena were not booing this loudly...


Hold it high, gentlemen... you've earned it!!




Preview of the Wheaties box...

0 comments 08 April 2009

It has been a long, long, cold, icy winter. MLB teams across the country kicked off their opening days this week which can only mean one thing... spring is officially here (and it did not snow in Pittsburgh yesterday, that was ash from the Butler volcano!!).

The Pirates won their first game of the season (I'm as shocked as you are!!) and the Red Sox had to postpone their home- opener against the Tampa Bay Rays by one day.

Senator Ted Kennedy threw out the first pitch at Fenway Park:



YAY spring!!!

0 comments 17 February 2009

Anyone who knows me knows that I am a huge fan of the Boston Red Sox. There is a particular reason that I have such a deep admiration for the baseball team and their fans in Beantown.

Having said that, there is no love for my own hometown baseball team, the Pittsburgh Pirates. Through the 2008 season the Pirates have had 16 consecutive seasons with a losing record—tying a United States professional sports record. How does one 'rah' to that, exactly? One of the Pirates' better hitters, Jason Bey went to the Red Sox in 2008.

One often wonders if the Pirates are merely a joke.

Given the newest additions to the Pittsburgh Pirates 2009 Spring Training roster, the argument is now academic: Rinku Singh and Dinesh Patel, both from India. The fact that these two are the first Indians to ever sign with an MLB franchise is not the OMG factor here. The OMG factor lies with the fact that they are in Bradenton, FL as a result of the Indian reality TV show 'Million Dollar Arm'. Yes. A reality show. Other than the fact that they can throw 93mph fastballs, they have no notion whatsoever of how to play baseball. Billed as 'Baseball's 'Slumdog Millionaire' Story,' the signing has been hailed by the Pirates' owner Robert Nutting as a way to usher in a new path to an untapped market.

If this works, and the Pirates make it to October, I shall purchase and don a Pirates hat in place of my beloved 'B' for the entire post season (yes, even in the highly unlikely event that the Red Sox and Pirates will be playing in the 2009 World Series!)

PS- Because I do not post about the Pirates, this has been filed under Red Sox.

0 comments 03 February 2009

Long into the wee hours of February 2, 2009, there were still cars zooming through the streets of Pittsburgh, horns a-blare. There were still buses being loaded with rowdy celebrants on East Carson St. There is a palpable, physical excitement that lasts to this day. Pride scarcely describes what we, Steeler Nation, feel even six days after the win.

Until just this morning, I was still trying to decide which of the three major plays of the game was the best- James Harrison's 100 yard interception return (now dubbed the immaculate interception), Larry Fitzgerald's runback touchdown or Santonio Holmes' winning touchdown.

Since his football career gained national attention at the University of Pittsburgh (and ended there without the Heisman Trophy- much to everyone's collective shock), I've been a fan of Fitzgerald. Were the game to have ended with a different score, he could very easily have been the MVP. Alas, it was not to be- but he is still an amazing player and I will continue to be a fan. If I've learned anything about him, it's that titles mean little and lack of them only steels his resolve. Good for him if he comes back next year and plays better.

The last Pittsburgh play of Super Bowl XLIII left Steeler Nation breathless for what seemed like an eternity until the ref signaled touchdown and then again until the official review confirmed the ruling on the field. Pittsburgh won its 6th Super Bowl championship. In all honesty, I had convinced myself that losing the game was not the end of the world; I didn't think he had it until I saw the replay. But, no, Santonio Holmes had his feet in the endzone with possession and we won the game.

The longest play in Super Bowl history was the 100 yard sideline dash interception return by James Harrison. If you saw the game, the replay, a photograph, heard about it, it was spectacular. Harrison said in a locker room interview that he didn't think he was going to make it, but then saw that the endzone was closer and closer and he thought, '...aw hell, I might as well go for it'. He went for it, alright. With all the makings of one of the greatest plays ever, Harrison's record setting interception return was the greatest play of the game.

Perhaps some of the best stories of the game come from hundreds and thousands of miles away from Raymond James Stadium: fan support. Steelers fans are prolific at every away game we play during the regular season and are even more so during the Super Bowl.

Tokyo, Berlin, Johannesburg, Buenos Aries are just a few cities outside the US to have a Steelers bar filled, on Sunday, with the faithful. That make me smile because no other team has such an international following. Some of my favorite pictures are those of fans who have taken their Terrible Towels to different places around the world.

Nothing gets me going more than to see our men and women in uniform, fighting in wars on land sea and in the air, waving the Terrible Towel. At airbases, Naval bases, on submarines, ships, fighter planes, the Terrible Towels were flying:

U.S. Army Lt. Julie Glaubach, 30, center, Staff Sgt. Michael Sauret, 23, left, both from Pittsburgh, Pa., Maj. Thomas Spagel, 42, from Erie, Pa., second right and Spc. Justin Snyder, 21, from Mechanicsburg, right, cheer for the Steelers as they watch the Super Bowl XLII on television at Camp Victory in Baghdad, Iraq, Monday, Feb. 2, 2009. The Super Bowl aired on satellite television in Iraq beginning at 2 a.m. American troops in Iraq were allowed to drink beer without fear of court-martial for this year's Super Bowl, an exception to a strict military ban on drinking alcohol in combat zones. (AP Photo/Maya Alleruzzo)

In this photo released by the United States Navy, Sailors and Marines aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Essex at the South China Sea, react to a Pittsburgh Steelers touchdown, Monday, Feb. 2, 2009 during Super Bowl XLIII. (AP Photo/United States Navy, Matthew A. Ebarb)

On February 5, 2009, the USS Pittsburgh (SSN-720) returned stateside to their homeport of Gronton, CT- her crew having only heard the game on the radio. This video brought a tear to my eye:



What a game. I'm still trying to absorb it all.

When my Uncle Mike was in Hong Kong, I kept him updated on the Steelers progress with text-message scores. The most recent text message to him was simply: 'That's 6'. The only regret I have about Super Bowl XLIII is that I could not watch it with him. Maybe next time.

0 comments 30 January 2009

...Pittsburgh's goin' to the Super Bowl!!!

And so, here we are again, for the seventh time, about to take the last step in a journey that brought us to the top of the toughest division, through the harshest schedule that the nay-sayers were convinced would leave us bruised, battered and at the bottom of our division, if not the entire conference. Our beloved Steelers have confounded everyone, clinched a playoff berth and won a bye-week leading up to the AFC Conference game against the Ravens. With that behind us, we enter Super Bowl XLIII as the heavy favorites, thank you very much. Mike Tomlin is not only the youngest NFL coach to lead a team to the Super Bowl, he is the third consecutive coach in the last 40 years to take the Steelers to the hallowed match. He has only been here for two years.

President Obama, Vice-President Biden, the NFL Commissioner and Keith Olbermann are just the latest in a long, long line of Pittsburgh Steelers supporters. There are hundreds of Steelers bars all around the nation, Steeler Nation, that is... I've been to a few of them. The one in Bismark, ND is my favorite- they serve a reasonable facsimile to the world-famous Primanti sandwich... these are the establishments that will play host to the 5-time World Champion Steelers' fan base this Sunday. With Terrible Towels at the ready in this country and across the globe- and in space since the Commander of the current Space Station crew is a Pittsburgh native and has taken the icon with him- we will be united in rabid support of our Steelers. HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!!!

Jet-Blue began offering round trip flights to Tampa, FL from Pittsburgh just for the big game- no other carrier has direct routes- with the pilots of the first trip donning Reed and Roethlisberger jerseys, the flight crew dressed in Black & Gold, the ticket counters decked out with banners, bunting and all sorts of other accoutrement to send the faithful on their way to XLIII. The plane itself was sent off with a line of towel waving maintenance workers. I'll admit, it brought a tear to my eye.

A 'Cage the Cardinals' rally in dahn-tahn Thursday afternoon brought thousands into the streets to yell and scream and shout: HERE WE GO STEELERS!!!

Here we go indeed. My grandma was a Steelers fan. Not just any Steelers fan, either: she would get out of her chair and scold the television for a bad call, missed pass, fumble (occasionally slipping into her native German for the real doozies)... or jump, arms in air, at a touchdown. She had a pink Steelers hat, with lights. That is the essence of a rabid fan. Not just the scolding and the cheering and the fancy hats, but watching and absorbing each game with intensity as though it didn't matter if the sun came up the next day (though it always has, even in the darkest of days), just as long as the chains moved after the quarterback sneak on 4th and 2.

My Uncle Michael was probably the best role-model for how to be a rabid Steelers fan. I'll never forget singing the Steelers Polka with him on many occasions. Thinking back, I don't remember him not wearing a bright yellow tee shirt with the Steelers logo emblazoned in the center or the iconic font proudly declaring his allegiance.

We went to a Steelers game with my Uncle Sam at Three Rivers Stadium, in late 1980, carrying with us the hopes of an emigrating steel-worker population (eventually becoming Steeler Nation), that we could manage a come-from-behind playoff berth. The season stood at 8-6 with a good chance that we could repeat what we had done for the last four of six years- win another Lombardi trophy (you know... for the thumb). It was close to Christmas, not bitterly cold, but cold enough to have a knitted Steelers scarf, knitted Steelers hat, complete with pom-pom on top and a blanket atop our laps. We were playing the Kansas City Chiefs. Where we sat I can not recall, but we were trailing in the 4th with a score of 16-7. In the last minutes of the game, snow began to fall and Rocky Blier ran one into the endzone to finish the game 16-21. The crowd went nuts (so loud I knew I was screaming, but could not hear myself), Uncle Sam scooped me up onto his shoulder and we just cheered and cheered and cheered. Uncle Michael, kept yelling, '...did you see him run that ball in, did you see it, DID YOU SEE IT?!?!'

We were sure to get into the playoffs now! Alas, it didn't happen that way... the next game finished our season and it would be 26 years before we would finally get that one for the thumb.

But I don't remember ever being disappointed at a Steelers loss. I always look back to that one afternoon, a four-year-old at a snowy Steelers game with my two favorite uncles, sharing in the excitement of it all and I remember that it's not just about winning a game (though it is nice), it's about dancing to the Steelers Polka and eating chipped ham barbecue and wearing old, yellow tee-shirts, waving a towel, tailgating in the parking lot- even during away games. It's about sending a text message after a winning playoff game: GO STILLERS!!!
It's about crazy fight songs...

It's about being a part of something special, something memorable, something that you can actually sense in strangers walking down the streets of Pittsburgh... pride. Thank you, Uncle Mike... you turned me rabid all those years ago and I couldn't be happier.

I'll always be a resident of Steeler Country. Here, we bleed Black & Gold. We take no prisoners, we'll run that ball, move those chains, go for 2... we've been here before... we are proud... we are many... we are STEELER NATION!!! Hear. Us. Roar!!!

Now, as we stand on the precipice of a seventh Super Bowl appearance, at the doorway of history, I call upon Steeler Nation... get out that old, smelly tee shirt that hasn't been washed since the post-season began, call ahead to Giant Iggle for your 4 pounds of chipped ham, put on your pink, lighted hats, clench that towel in your fist, batten down the hatches and hoist the main sails, cause this ship is goin' to Tampa and it ain't comin' back without a six-pack!!!

HERE WE GO STEELERS HERE WE GO!!!!!!!!

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President Cheering For A Steelers Win On Sunday

Washington- President Barack Obama may be surrounded in red as he signed the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act today, but he'll be rooting for the black & gold on Sunday!

When it comes to Super Bowl XLIII, the Steelers have received the Presidential seal.

During an appearance at the White House this afternoon with Vice President Joe Biden, President Barack Obama was asked by a reporter, who he'd like to see win the Super Bowl.

The President said that while he likes the Arizona Cardinals, he will be rooting for the Steelers on Sunday night.

"You know, Kurt Warner is a great story -- and he's closer to my age than anybody else on the field," President Obama told reporters, "but I am a longtime Steelers fan."

Steelers Chairman Dan Rooney was an outspoken supporter of Obama. Several former Steelers including Franco Harris campaigned for Obama for the Democratic primary and general election.

Obama, who is from Chicago, says he's a die hard Bears fan, but next to the Bears, the Steelers are close to his heart.

"I wish the best to the Cardinals," President Obama added. "They've been long suffering. It's a great Cinderella story. But other than the Bears, the Steelers are probably the team that's closest to my heart."


YAY!! I heart President Obama!!!

0 comments 28 January 2009

Curse Of The Terrible Towel
A Poem By Dave Crawley

There is power, they say, in the towels that wave.
Like black and gold shrouds on the visitor's grave.
It's a mojo opponents should never neglect.
The Terrible Towel requires respect.

Then this! A deed unspeakably foul!
The Tennessee Titans defiles the towel!
Although their crass actions made Steeler fans wince,
You'll notice that Titan team hasn't won since.

They lost to the Colts. Then the Ravens came in,
A game Tennessee was expected to win.
But the curse of the towel gave Tennessee shakes,
As they sank in a series of stunning mistakes.

Our Black and Gold guys had a much different story.
Santonio Holmes led the gallop to glory.
Fast Willie scored, and the Steelers were winning.
For the Chargers the torment was only beginning.

Third quarter. Alas, on the Bolts' only play,
Foote gives them the boot, and he takes it away.
The towels were twirling as Ben let it go,
And the much maligned offense was starting to flow.

That towel brings sorcery into the fray.
If you don't believe it, well, check out this play.
To add to the Chargers' grim feelings of dread,
A punt that careened off this poor fellow's head.

The message, of course, as we hooted with glee,
From the Terrible Towel: Do not tread on me.
A word to the Ravens. The moment draws nigh.
This is the reason you're still flying high.

The Titans besmirched it, and now to our glee
They will be watching this game on TV.
As you enter the confines where Steeler fans howl:
Beware of the curse of the Terrible Towel.