I’ve been off-line for a few days and getting back up yesterday didn’t leave time to add to my own blog.
But, it gave me a chance to weigh the pros and cons of exposing the ridiculousness I share with more than few Steelers fans.
Being superstitious almost precluded me doing this post at all.
If the Steelers lose on Sunday. You know who to blame.
ESPN 1250 (I think it was them) was asking earlier in the week what rituals people HAVE to perform to ensure there is a win on Sunday.
You’d think they’d have trouble finding more than a few knuckleheads who actually believe their actions influence a game they’re not even present for.
But no. Just within my family alone, we have two people with Ph.D.’s and two with law degrees who will at some point in the game think their actions have ruined the Steelers’ Drive for Five or helped guide a critical Big Ben pass into the waiting arms of Hines Ward or Heath Miller.
The team might as well pack in their practice uni’s.
Cower and company can turn off the game tape because the fans have got it all under control.
Staff and team shouldn’t do anything different from what they have in the last five months. Perhaps next year they could think about adding a Superstition Control Coach to the staff. It might be worth the investment.
To this day my sister-in-law and I blame my brother John (her husband) for Pitt’s loss to North Carolina four and a half years ago. It was supposed to be a nothing match-up.
Then John showed up at the game in a Pittsburgh Pirate baseball hat.
He neutralized all the strong Pitt vibes and it led to one of the most dissapointing losses of the year.
He still feels guilty. We still remind him.
Note to self: Confirm John’s wardrobe selections for Sunday
None of this makes any sense. It’s just a game. But in the dead of winter, under the unpenetrable grey sky of Pittsburgh, the optimism the Steelers represent is priceless. Ask the fella who suffered a heart attack during the Palamalu interception debacle.
So, all yinz guys out there, get your stinkin’ affairs in order and put away that neutral team garb for another day. There’s serious work to do.
Don’t hate me for my irrational leanings. They’re contained within my head, safely tucked away. Most of the time.