That sound you hear is my father flipping over in his grave. My asportual father who brought a transistor radio AND a French detective novel to any sporting event he ever attended.
And I am my father's child. I am as asportual as they come.
But I am my mother's child, too, and I grew up in Pittsburgh. My mom who has an original Terrible Towel (a Steeler cheering device). And my mom lives on a block decorated with a sign that reads: "South Oakland: Childhood Home of Andy Warhol and Dan Marino." And I am my sister's sister, the sister who eloped with her husband AND attended a Steelers game on the same day.
So...this is exciting. Jerome Bettis gets to play in his hometown, a town being hit as hard as Pittsburgh was when the mills closed. And Ben Roethlisberger blogs--and plays great, heroic Steeler brand football. When a tackle was needed, did he say, "I'm a quarterback, I don't do tackles?" No, he did not. I will always be ambivalent about Pittsburgh, but I will say one thing: genuine Pittsburghers, however they define themselves, know how to work hard. Look at Andy Warhol. He's still working, and he's dead. Look at Ben. He tackled, because that was the job at hand.
So fire up your Primanti's sandwiches, and let's have a great game.
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