The Freethinker

Steel Superbowl: Extra Large

Yep, you should have known it was coming. A Superblog entry.

So, the Super Sunday started off uneventfully as it usually does. A visit to church, seeing a bit of Black and Gold instead of blue of the sky and the green of the grass. I mean, the grass was terribly faded, go figure, its January but what are you gonna do... (Ouch, and nobody wants to see that on Superbowl Sunday when you're playing against the Seahawks! Some do, but they probably don't want to see it now.)

Theres no boundries to the fans of the Steelers. No boundry can keep them from showing off their Steelers pride. Jerome Bettis jersey to church? No problem, Pastor understands! Deep down under that tan suit of his, he's probably wearing a black and gold tie! And, well, if he's not, he's wearing it in his mind!

Speaking of which, showing off your Black and Gold is just as much as a sport as Football itself. This is the biggest game of the year for us, too! We've been practicing all year for this. Warming up our vocal chords, in search for the perfect jersey (Troy Polamalu! Yeah!), the best face paint that doesn't drip off your face when you're sweating over the score (But of course we know that won't happen with our Steel team, right?!), finding the perfect snack and last but certainly not least, a Steeler sound system and projector! (I bet you can find that on E-bay! In Black and Gold and the Steelers logo! Yeah!)

A trip to the mall was a trip well worth the ride. Stopping into the Steelers store, (The only one thats ever open... If you're going to have a Steelers store, keep it open! I swear, people have no business sense whatsoever! Ahem, anyway.) it had opened my mind to the true history of the Steel curtain dynasty. Jack Lambert, a simply burley looking man, I'm sure you wouldn't want to get tackled by this guy.

Okay, so, admit it, maybe you would. "Cookies!"

Honestly, the guy was a brute. Not a politically correct bone in his body. He was from a university in Grambling, Louisana. (A predominately black community.) At a football camp back in the day, when he introduced himself as being from Grambling, and in a way, he said he was white and he didn't care what you thought about him being from Grambling.

I can't say I learned much more about the other football players. Dad was in search of his prized Superbowl mug. He attained one when the Steelers (By luck, eesh!) made it to Superbowl XXX. Now let me tell you, this Superbowl store was amusing indeed. A man dressed in proper Superbowl attire was to be expected, but a skirt and cowboy hat? I don't understand that, really. (Thats the perfect reason why Steelers and Brokeback mountain just don't mix... Alright, sorry, the thought crossed my mind, first thing I thought of when I saw the guy. ) Don't get me wrong, his attire was great, but, just, I think theres a boundry between being on top of the show off game and going over THE top. I suppose thats a good impression to leave from the store. But moving on, yes.

This place was a bit of Steelers heaven. (Just a bit.) I mean maybe if they painted the walls Black and Gold, and added some Steel gates, then it would be Steelers heaven. And got rid of all the Penn State memorabilia. (Death to Penn State. Gaaah.) Hah, I don't know what I'm talking about now, moving on.

At the check out, some rather fascinated characters were admiring the signed photos of the players. I think they were most impressed with Joey Porter. One experience I remember the most from them though was rather strange. One of the men, he had a very, peircing snort. It wasn't even really a snort, it was like a very deep breath with a bit of adnoid problems mixed in. It was such a loud snort, that, well, it vibrated the back of my head. (When to know you need nasonex: You snort someones brains out.) Perhaps there were other more serious problems lying beyond the surface, I don't know. All I know is, thats one major Jacko snort. (Don't worry, you'd have to be my friend Dawn to get that one.)

So then we were off to be home. I rested myself and then the time came. It was Superbowl time, baby! A Steel Superbowl at that! We had the proper equiment to suit us well on this timely occasion; A super sound system, a super screen, a perfect projector, seating galore, (Well I mean come on, whats it take to seat three people in a basement?) and of course I had my fuzzy chair and Troy Polamalu jersey. What more did I need?

Maybe... Some MORE Superbowls!

They don't call it the Superbowl for nuthin'. Yep yep, the Superest Bowl of them all. Four Superbowls of nancho dip, white corn salsa, thick and chunky salsa, and one XL Superbowl of tortilla chips. Now if that isn't a Superbowl, I don't know what is! Four Superbowls for this timeless occasion. Yes, we were ready. We were ready to eat so fast we got stomach aches. We were ready to get so hyped that we fell over like we just got tackled by Jack Lambert. We were ready to get so loud that we blew out our vocal chords like Jerome Bettis just scoring a touchdown.

Yep, we were ready. Don't you agree?

Then the time came. The time game that we were going to go blind and deaf. It was time for the pregame show with the Detroit go-go dancer team and Aaron Neville to butcher our national anthem. (And thats not all! If you want your ears to bleed after they've already been buthered, and your eyes to roll out of your head, be sure to watch Mick Jagger and "the pants"!)

I bet Mick Jagger doesn't see himself in the mirror either. Maybe he doesn't want to see himself in the mirror, who knows. All I know is, they both can't get no satisfaction. *Proceeds to shiver*

Anyway...

The Steelers emerged, after we endured the butchering of our national anthem, the moment finally came. The legends emerged, then, The Bus came charging through.

Most of the game was spent living through the ups and downs, it wasn't muh of a fascinating game, I suppose it kept you on somewhat of the edge of your seat, hoping something amazing would happen. Alas... Something amazing finally did happen.

Ben finally jumped in for a touchdown, then things finally started to fire up.

Willie Parker went for a 75 yard run that pretty much electrified the crowd. Man, how would you feel with all them big football players after you?? I'd be running, too! More hooting and howling was met with the play made by Randel El and Ward. That was probably the best time of the game, many say they only made three good plays. But you know, thats all we needed to win! And then, victory came! We finally got that one for the thumb!

Har har.

So I've been spending too much time on this entry, its time to end it.

-Annette

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Steelers Mania

Oh yeah, you should have known it was coming...

Rockin' it in my Troy Polamalu (Palmolive. Don't ask.) jersey...

Yeah, I'm happy...

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