You can tell when it's game day because everyone you see on the street is wearing a Steelers jersey. If the game is on a Sunday, church is dotted with black and yellow cause half the congregation wears their jerseys.( One of the players actually goes to our church; his wife is super cool.) When the game is on, the streets are empty and the bars are full.
Everyone and their dog has a terrible towel.
If you live in Pittsburgh there is no way you haven't heard that the Steelers are going to the superbowl. Everywhere you go people are talking about "them Steelers". The bus stop, the grocery store, church, even when I took Gideon to playgroup this week half the moms were talking about the big game.
My husband hates sports*. If you've seen pictures of my husband you might assume that he's played linebacker since he was 5. But he, in fact, hates football. He especially hates Steeler-mania. When the Steelers played in the superbowl in 2009** he went to a super bowl party (because he loves parties) and surfed the internet the whole time. Someone (Maybe Britt?) made him pose for this picture:
I love my ducks. I come from a family of sports fanatics in Iowa City. (GO HAWKS!) I love softball, soccer, and especially football. Here's me and
So what's a girl to do!?!
*With the exception of tennis and fencing. Go figure.
**The Steelers won that year and the Pitt students rioted in the streets causing hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of damage to Oakland.