Someone sent to my cellica phone a photo of a Steelers football helmet and a spoken line from Anchorman. As childish and as so NOT classy as it is, I can’t stop giggling.
“Go fuck yourself, San Diego.”
Usually I am all about praising my home team and not trashing the opponent, but that stupid line keeps running around in my head, making me laugh, every stupid time i think about it.
Free club level seats are hard to come by. Yay for Cinderella’s parents getting an invite to fancy schmancy box seats, thereby freeing up their tickets. They were kind enough to give us their excellent tickets. Awesome doesn’t even touch how incredible their gift was.
We barely tailgated before the game. Not sure why, but we didn’t meet up until noon. Fucking forty bucks to park, but we had a great location for the four hours that we had. Plenty of fun folks around to play with. Like Mike, the cool dude from Ohio who parked behind us.
And of course the girls I was there with were fantastic.
Here are our MySpace photos…
You might notice that in the last picture Cinderella has her Steelers logo tattoo on upside down. Her ear brassier is also upside down. And she was still sober. hehe. Eventually she fixed it. You may feel free to make fun of her anyhow. She likes it.
While we were tailgating the snow really started coming down. By the time we got into Heinz Field it was really flying. Wish I would have thought to take a picture of the cute guy that I was making out with in line, but when I saw a shorter line open up I bolted into the stadium.
When we got to our seats, there were a few really nice people around us. Made Cinderella get in a picture with the kind guys to my left.
Watching the Stillers struggle for the win was rough, but we enjoyed every minute.
Halftime took us inside the club for more booze. And we met a few boys.
Guys who were as friendly as we were.
We were even friendly to Steely McBeam, our new mascot. A much hated mascot.
When my drunk ass finally got home, I decided that I simply HAD to take photos of snow. The barely left remnants hanging on the tree in my front yard. Hot neighbor came out and asked what I was doing. When I happily hollered, “Taking pictures of snow!” he laughed that deep gorgeous laugh of his and asked if I had been drinking at the game. Love that guy.
Anyhow, for some reason I thought Hilly and Britt might appreciate that I thought of them while enjoying the beauty of the frozen white stuff. See? Here is the little tree in the front of my house.
And, ummm, a bunch of leaves. Shut up, it made sense at the time.
Besides, my Steelers won so I can post pictures of anything I want, right?
Hi. I’m (about to be) in Denver. Today is the last day of September. Although it is the last day of Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month, please keep praying for a cure and don’t let this killer escape your thoughts the other 12 months of the year.
I’m hating that my friend Lisa has to battle this terrible disease. Fuck cancer.
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And fuck the Ravens. Stillers win!!! Waaaaaahooooooo! It was nice to have Monday Night Football keep me company while I worked late and then got to packing.
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The funniest thing I have seen in a long time would have to be Karl’s final birthday dare. Never have I heard of someone doing dares in celebration of their birthday, but I now love the idea. Not that anyone could top Karl. Having his back waxed on video for us was pretty awesome, putting on the adult diaper and going through the drive thru was funny, but his video for Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl” was down right hysterical. I actually hurt myself laughing. And I even watched the damn thing more than once. Probably as much for his balls sticking out of the skirt as to check out the butt of the girl crawling over to him around the 45 second mark. Yeah, I said it.
If you haven’t seen the genius video, click HERE.
(P.S. Yes, Karl is the same Karl of the “whacking it, jacking it, peeing on the floor” fame. The guy is to awesome for words!)
Ok, it was so good that I decided to embed the video. You need to watch this, then go over to Karl‘s and check out his other birthday dares. Karl, you really are the king! (Your crown is still in my garage. I’ll bring it to the Halloween party.)
Let us start with the good news. Dawg understood what I was trying to say the other day when I typed a post called “Too Big” and couldn’t properly convey the message. Yay, Dawg! Not only did he understand, but he gave me a shout out on his site:
Now for the bad news. I had to turn down an opportunity to go to the Steelers’ Monday night football game because I leave for Denver entirely too early Tuesday morning and will have too much to do before I go. Dammit. I just know me…there is no way I could go to watch the Steelers battle the Ravens and stay sober in addition to staying out of trouble. Not on a Monday night. Not when the hated Ravens are in town.
And my (even if he doesn’t know he is my) boyfriend Brett Keisel won’t be playing. Neither will Willie Parker. Sigh. Gonna be a rough Monday.
GO STEELERS!
I just want to start with a gigantic thank you to the lovely Sybil Law for this:
Way cool of Sybil to bestow such an award on me. Thanks, pretty lady! I’m looking forward to drinking entirely too much with you. Soon! Even if you do like Cincinnati football coz you are related to a cheerleader, Sybil you are more than alright.
Speaking of Bungles cheerleaders, I sorta got in a fight with them last year at a trade show. A company hired several to smile and sign autographs on the show floor. I was walking around towards the end of the first day, cold bottle of water in my Steelers beer coozie, looking for a friend who worked at the same company who hired the cheerleaders. Ignoring the women, I asked for the friend. Someone asked if I wanted to get my photo taken with the cheerleaders and I laughed out loud, recovered and said, “No thank you.”
Seems they didn’t appreciate my gut reaction to not care about them. They had the audacity to start babbling some crap about the Steelers coozie in my hand and kept trying to give me crap because Pittsburgh doesn’t have cheerleaders. I whipped around and barked something along the lines of, “We don’t need cheerleaders because we can actually play football, bitch. Steelers are four and one, how are those Bungles of yours? Try one and four. Yeah, you wanna talk football or short skirts?”
The guys kept me away from the Cincinnati cheerleaders after that. 
Fucking Steelers lost on Sunday to the Eagles. The EAGLES! Blech.
Also on Sunday the Pirates lost their last home game to the Astros. Sigh.
On top of all of that, I can’t get this song outta my head:
The song has been stuck for weeks thanks to a coworker and has led to some interesting dance moves (at bowling, around the office, at Saturday’s Pirates game, etc.).
Sunday at 1 PM my beloved Steelers take on the Houston Texans. And I simply cannot! fucking! wait!
Love me some football. LOVE! Always have. Probably because when I was a little girl we would often go across town to my visit my grandparents on Sundays. They lived in the house they raised Mom and her eight siblings in, a house that was warm and welcoming. Visiting Grandma and Grandpap was always a treat, something I looked forward to regardless of the season. But when football started, all I wanted was to be next to Grandpap, yelling at the television.
You could talk non football related things during commercials, but we never wanted to. It was always talk about the plays that Chuck Noll called, an incredible hit Lambert leveled someone with, a terrific catch by Swann or Stallworth, the fancy footwork of Harris, the arm (and later acting ability) of Bradshaw, how our Steel Curtain was shutting down the opponent. Although I was just a young girl, I couldn’t get enough. Especially when we were winning Super Bowls.
Four Super Bowl rings were won when I was young and impressionable. Being born in 1971 had me seeing the Steelers (and Pirates) bringing home Championships and the City of Pittsburgh swell with pride. I haven’t lost that memory of great times.
So yeah, I still love this town, but oh how I love football. Even if the Steelers are different from what they once were, I bleed Black & Gold.
The other day I was checking out ESPN.com and I found an article that I found interesting. Seems they think the Steelers have the NFL’s best fans. Don’t believe me? Click HERE
Anyhow, scoring tickets, especially good tickets, to Steelers games isn’t easy. Which means this Sunday I will be hanging with friends, enjoying cold beer & tasty treats while yelling like a lunatic at the television. As much as I have a thing for Texas (why do I love that state?), Houston is going down. GO STEELERS!
(me and Aunt Tinkle Tom at a game, tickets compliments of Maker’s Mark)
(that is Reilly’s collar)
HERE WE GO STEELERS, HERE WE GO!