…but boy, do I feel like poop today!
I’M GOING TO THE GAME TONIGHT! I’M GOING TO THE GAME TONIGHT!
*sigh* This will probably get me hate mail or put a scowl on your Thursday Face.
Bear with me.
I live in Pittsburgh; I am from Cleveland. These are two things that cannot be changed — unless I move away from Pittsburgh. Two more things that cannot be changed?
That I was raised half-Steelers, half-Browns fan.
*boom* I know, your head exploded.
This is how it works: my mom’s side (from nearby Altoona, PA) were my Steelers fans; dad’s side (from nearby Youngstown, OH) were my Browns fans. My mom and dad met, had a baby, and raised me to… JUST CHOOSE ONE TEAM ALREADY, WOULD YOU?!
But if you’re a parent, you cannot choose a favorite child (or in my case, a favorite side of the family). Just as I refuse to choose a favorite team. So, I’ll repeat: I am BOTH a Steelers fan AND a Browns fan. And that one time, in Band Camp, I was even a Raiders fan. DO WHAT NOW?!
Look guys, I get it. And I’ve rolled my eyes EVERY SINGLE TIME you made a “shit-stain” comment. If football were something all I ate/shit/slept, I might be a little less apathetic about the issue. I have home-town pride, which includes embracing my brown-and-orange side (which I do in hiding with several others in this city as part of the Pittsburgh Browns Backers) because it’s WHERE I’M FROM. But I’m now living in Pittsburgh, and geek out over all-things-local. Bonus WTF: when I was in Cleveland, I had a secret bar location on Sundays that would also embrace us Steelers fans. They had a fireplace; it was nice.
I HAVE CHEERED AND WILL CHEER FOR BOTH. And honestly, I’m tired/annoyed/perturbed of everyone having an opinion about it (everyone, including my cab driver). Oh wait, I was supposed to be apathetic…
Being so opinionated about which team I choose to cheer is not going to make me start hating on the Browns — their offense does that on its own. Just the same, it’s not going to make me into a one-person Steelers cheer section — if anything, the rabid fans have turned me a little off from acknowledging that side of me. Not all of you… just the annoying ones.
Anyways, I’m going to my first game at Heinz Field tonight, and I couldn’t be more excited. JUST DON’T ASK ME WHAT I’M WEARING UNDER MY BROWN AND ORANGE AND BLACK AND GOLD COAT.
But you could go get me some hot chocolate… because in both cities we freeze our balls off for football.
This is how much fun YOU could be having at a Pittsburgh Power game. For serious.
Next game is Saturday, April 2. Tweet-up and The Sparks make-funners section is 216.
“Bruising For a Good Time – Bout 3″ begins at 6pm THIS SATURDAY with the Burning River Roller Girls. It’s Law & Order Night, so LADIES: ahem, men in uniform *wink, wink* will be in abundance, as well as our awesome Cleveland derby women kicking some ass. Rolling Pin-Ups take on the Hellbombers and Hard Knockers duel with the Cleveland Steamers.
Oh, and listen for my birthday shout-out. 33 is going to be a good freakin’ year.
I’m a lover of all positions — especially when the one with the white pants shuffles around in the midst of play.
Today, we give some glove love to a couple of our Boys of Summer. Because regardless of relationship status in the real world, we’re all single-and-ready-to-do-an-Indians player on this blog.
David Huff , the delicious new hopeful to left-hand pitch the Cleveland Indians to a winning season. You know, if our closers could ever get their shit together. So, yeah, he’s been raised through our Farm Teams, and likely, will last another season or two before he gets AWESOME, then we’ll release him to Oakland or some shit. Ladies, get your pickin’s on him now — his window is closing.
Oh hey, SIDE NOTE! I saw that dude behind him at Presto’s Sandwiches over the weekend. Foot long, indeed.
Jake Westbrook, I’m happy to be stalking seeing you again this season. Wanna grab a drink at our favorite watering hole in Lakewood? I promise I’ll sit nine stools away. And let me know if you ever need your… ahem, sore “elbow” massaged.
Lou Marson. So many memories in hearing the chants of “Loooouuuuuu” from the stadium. Alas, I have once again attached my endless-drooling fascination to an Indian named Lou. Playing Catch never sounded so dirty.
Hey, ladies, who will you be playing ball with this summer?
Living downtown has a lot of perks: this past weekend, some heeled and sexed-up chick did the WOS from the Hyatt (around 10 am) and screamed back at her Bat Boy, “Good luck at your game!” as she trotted down Euclid. Heh. Athletes are so predictable.
In any event, she (and every baseball groupie) needs these shoes.