superbowl week

sorry for the lack of a legitimate post today.  i had the trots, which is british for saying that i had the hershey squirts.  figure it out. 

anyway, check back in tomorrow for a slideshow of my favorite images from the steelers' 2010 season.  i don't know about you, but i'm getting amped for this game!  (oh, better go, the bathroom is calling my name...)

soaking it all in

here we are, nine days away from the 45th edition of the national football league's biggest game, and the extra anticipation time gives me a chance to reflect.  for those of you who are steelers fans, i would encourage you to think about this along with me, lest you let this moment slip by without savoring it.  and for those of you who are not steelers fans, i would simply want you to know that while i understand if you resent the steelers for their frequent success, i also don't want to rub it in your face. 

if it is possible, i simply want to enjoy these moments while i can without gloating.  you might think that i am a spoiled sports fan, and you might be right, i don't know.  but i can tell you one thing: i'm doing my best to enjoy every moment of this journey; every printed word; every blog; every black and gold picture in the sports section; every scrolling ticker across the bottom of the nfl network.  i want to soak every bit of it in.

i was born in southwestern pennsylvania, nearly an hour south of pittsburgh.  i was born in 1976, at a time when the steelers were the muscle and guts of the nfl, in the midst of winning four super bowls.  i was three years old when the steelers won their fourth in january of 1980.  i was more interested in climbing curtains than the steel curtain.  an unfortunate accident of the cosmos caused me to be just a few years too late to enjoy the mania that was being a steelers fan in the seventies. 

still, i loved pittsburgh.  we didn't go there very often, and so it represented something holy and sacred, big and magnificent, full of radio stations and rivers, skyscrapers and something better than all of it: sports.  i started falling in love with sports at an early age.  i played football for the green demons, i played baseball for the local sports store, the locker room.  i spent many late nights secretly listening to the pirates on my little am radio under the sheets.  my sweetest dreams would be when lanny frattare would croon into my craning ears: there was NOOOOOOOOOOOO doubt about it! 

but the steelers, oh the steelers.  i turned 11 in 1987.  by then, the dynasty of the seventies was a distant memory, as mean joe green was inducted into the pro football hall of fame that year.  starting in 1985, the steelers went 7-9, 6-10, and then 8-7 during the strike season of '87.  football wasn't so fun, except when dad and i would throw football in the yard.  i'd pretend to be louis lipps, but dad was probably bradshaw.  we only called him mark malone when he would throw an awful pass into the bushes.  such was steelers football in the eighties, when i was finally old enough to care. 

nonetheless, i liked it.  whether it was a gene passed to me in my dna, or a kind of infection i caught as a baby, or even a coming-of-age event in my early childhood, i cannot say.  what i can say is that i was black and gold, through and through.  i had a bedspread with matching curtains and i would spend hours just staring at the steelers logo like it was an icon of the deepest religious sort.  even at that age, without a solid team to cheer for, i began a lifelong obsession with that logo and the team that wore it. 

my bedspread as a child

me with my steelers corkboard, circa 1987

my fanaticism only grew in 1988, when my family packed up our belongings and left the center of the football universe to live in the heart of bluegrass country.  i resented the fact that most people in kentucky only cared about basketball, and those who did like football mostly cheered for the bengals.  this merely served to steel my stubborn fanaticism, and ink my very soul with a rabid and robust obsession. 

this is something i made in 1990, and it shows my developing insanity.  "#6 in the black and yellow cadillac" is a reference to bubby brister.  you can also see references here to rod woodson and merrill hoge.  i was already beyond help at this point.

still, there were more losing seasons, until things began to change for the steelers in 1992 when i was a sophomore in high school.  the rooneys hired a local boy by the name of bill cowher to be the new head coach, replacing legendary coach chuck noll, who had been the head coach of the steelers for 23 seasons.  they began to put together winning seasons under cowher, and by the time i was a sophomore at grove city college - back in black and gold country - they had reached the superbowl for the first time in 16 years.  finally my moment had arrived!  finally, this team that i read about and listened to music about and cut out newspaper clippings about had made it. 

i grew up in the shadow of the greats.  we had to stop and genuflect at the mere mention of the name franco.  to me, the graceful animal known as a swan had only received that name because of its resemblance to an even more graceful wide reciever for the steelers.  if mean joe wasn't the embodiment of the steelers, then jack lambert was, and his toothless scowl was emblazoned on my psyche as a symbol of what the steelers would never again be: warriors; wild men; winners. 

"our greatness will never be repeated," lambert seemed to be scowling at me

so this was it, right?  finally redemption.  we had lloyd and green and levon.  we had woodson and carnell lake.  we had bam and yancey and hastings and dermonti.  we had....o'donnell?  i watched in despair as neil o'donnell shrivelled before not only the dallas cowboys, but also the formidable ghosts of steelers past, who made sure he would always remain the average quarterback that he was. 

i would have to wait some more. 

but i never wavered.  as i've already said, my blood is black and gold.  turns out my tears are, too, as i learned after watching cowher console his wife and daughters after that superbowl XXX loss.  still, i wiped them with myron cope's official terrible towel, and faced the future with unbridled fanaticism. 

in the spring of 2004 i was a full-grown man, still enamored with his childhood obsession.  i still ritualistically sat down in front of the television each sunday in the fall and watched my steelers.  i still decorated my walls with pictures and clippings.  i still listened to steelers songs and doodled the logo on scrap pieces of paper.  i still read everything i could get my hands on, including steelers digest, a weekly publication of steelers news.  i had been doing my research about college quarterbacks, since the steelers went 6-10 in 2003 and were going to get a decent draft pick.  for months i had been hoping that this kid phillip rivers would still be on the board when our number 11 pick came up.  i still remember where i was when i heard that rivers and (eli) manning had been taken early, and the steelers drafted some kid named roethlisberger (what kind of name is that) from miami of ohio (where?).  i was sitting outside of a target store in my car, listening to the radio, and trying to ward off my disappointment.  

"why can't we just get a franchise quarterback?" i wondered in disappointment.

less than two years later (wow, that is amazing!), the steelers were taking the field for superbowl XL, ten years after their loss to the cowboys.  and you know the rest.  they won.  they had their franchise quarterback.  then, three years later, they won again.  and now, two years after that, they have a chance to win their third in six years.  it would be their seventh, if they were to win it, and many people would look with contempt on a franchise and its fans that seems spoiled rotten.  maybe, if i were in your position, i'd do the same thing.  i don't know.   all i know is that i'm not in your position.  i'm in the enviable position of rabidly rooting for a team that is finally forcing the ghosts of its past to stay in the past.  i'm in the overwhelmingly blessed position of having a lifelong obsession with a team that personifies much of what i believe to be good and right and important.  i'm in the surpassingly wonderful position of cherishing each and every moment of this run because i've also been in the position of cheering for a team with several-year-long losing streak.  i'm in the only position i really know how to be in: watching the black and gold, terrible towel poised, hope springing eternal, passion boiling over, fanaticism uncontained.  i am a pittsburgh steelers fan. 

whatever happens next sunday, win or lose, i recognize that i am abundantly blessed as a football fan.  don't think that i don't realize that.  i do.  i appreciate it.  that 14-year old kid in me still wants to doodle little sayings and sketches; the 9-year old in me wants to pretend to be hines ward running down the sideline with a touchdown to win the game; and the grown man in me wants to remember that, while sports is such a tiny and ultimately rather insignificant part of life, i didn't always have this.  and i won't have it forever.  i have it now.  and i intend to enjoy every word, every note, every play, every ticker, every click of the mouse, every black and yellow headline.  i will soak it all in. 

i promise. 

random thursday: lots of ones, but no cheerleaders

-if you like the number one, this is your year!  2011 offers some pretty cool dates like 1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11, and 11/11/11.  not only that, but if you take the last two digits of the year you were born and add them to the age that you'll turn in 2011, you'll get 111 (or 11 if you were born after the year 2000). 

-here's a cool fact about the superbowl:  there won't be any cheerleaders.  according to my research, there are only three teams in the nfl that don't have official cheerleading squads (the steelers, packers and browns), although the packers cheat and use local college cheereleading squads at their home games.  still, they won't be bringing these along for the big game, so it will be a cheerleader-free super bowl, which means there will be no obligatory and gratuitous shots of scantily clad gyrating women.  i have never quite understood the purpose of cheerleaders at professional football games where 60,000+ people are in the stadium, other than the aforementioned sex appeal.  so this little tidbit of news makes me happy.  by the way, the steelers did have a cheerleading squad called the steelerettes for a total of 9 years during the 1960's.  they haven't had them for the last 50 years. 

-i just read in the news that the color-coded threat advisory system that our county has used since the september 11th, 2001 attacks is being decommissioned.  which means i will no longer be confused about what it means that the threat level is currently orange or yellow, and why we never go to have threat level lavender or raw umber.  still, i will miss the publicity for the color orange, even if it was bad publicity.  it'll be harder to keep orange in the news now. 

-shannon interviewed the boys the other day and wrote down their answers.  this is something we've done from time to time just to have something for them (and us) to look back on someday and smile at their answers and see the ways things have changed or remained the same.  she asked caedmon what he loves about daddy, and he told her, "his money."  great.  my three-year old only loves me for my money.  which really sucks because it won't be long until he's old enough to realize that i don't have any money.  ha!

-i'm preaching this sunday about hope, one of my favorite topics, which i'm passionate about.  and i'm curious, what makes you hopeful?  in a broken world full of despair and pain and bad news, what is it that stirs the embers of hope in you and can breath them into a full fire of warm expectation?  what is it in life that gives birth to (or restores) hope for you? 

-in other news of the completely unsurprising sort, jimmy buffet fell off a stage and had to get stitches.  i wonder if he was too busy looking for his lost shaker of salt?

-10 days until the bowl of superness.  i plan to enjoy each and every one of them. 

-if you like brett keisel's beard, you can go to this website and put one on a picture of yourself.  i did one for jackson:

-that's all for today.  hope you all have a great (unsnowy) day.  don't forget to hit me up in the comments about what gives you hope. 

happy 6th birthday to the birthday human!

ZACK, ZACK, HE'S A LEGO MANIAC!

anyone remember those commercials?  i do.  but my son doesn't  they're WAY before his time.  after all, he just turned 6 yesterday.  and he wanted a lego-themed party.  and his name is jack.  so, you can sing to him:

JACK, JACK, HE'S A LEGO MANIAC!

i know, so clever. 

in any case, shannon and the boys made a pretend cake out of actual legos:

we had trouble finding lego-brand party supplies, so we just went with primary colors, the cake of legos, and this awesome cake that shannon made, which is an extra-large blue lego brick.  check it out:

we used three lego guys to help hold some of the candles.  and the green around the bottom of the cake is fondant that was imprinted with a lego base.  the top part of the big lego is made out of oreos covered in fondant.  didn't shannon do a good job?  she's amazing. 

and now here is the birthday boy opening his presents.  did i say birthday boy?  oops!  i called him that yesterday and he corrected me, "not birthday boy, dad, birthday human!" 

ok.  birthday human it is. 

anyway, here is the birthday human opening some legos (of course) and a gift he has really been anticipating, a remote control snake. 

blowing out the candles:

yesterday they celebrated the birthday human's big day at school, and he said he would rather have cookies than cupcakes, so shannon made cookies that looked like legos and ones that look like the heads of lego guys.  seriously, these are awesome.  check them out:



we've had a great birthday celebration so far with one set of grandparents already having visited, and it will continue this weekend as his other set of grandparents will join us for round 2.  we party hard up in here.  from my perspective, i have to say that we are so blessed with such a wonderful, healthy, happy, talented, six-year old human.  he blesses me each and every day, and even at night when i go and check on his warm, sleeping body.  he, along with his brother, have enriched my life in ways i could never have imagined.  so happy birthday, little human.  i hope you have a great one and continue to build on it (get it?  legos...building...right?). 

sometimes you just want it more: afc champions

 well, now that i've had some time to let it sink in, i couldn't be any happier. what a feeling it is to know that of the 32 teams that started the season, there are only 2 teams left, and your team is one of them.  i am so proud of the steelers and the journey they've taken this year.  it's been fun to watch, and it ain't over yet! 

last week, for the divisional round, i made an unprecedented sixteen pictures for your enjoyment.  this week, since it was the afc championship game, i upped it to twenty-four!  there are two right here for you to see, and all you have to do is click the "keep reading" link below to see the other twenty-two.  enjoy!

pittsburgh's goin' to the superbowl

i'm exhausted this morning, after watching that hotly-contested afc championship game last night.  i know you are probably looking for my regular steelers photos, but you'll have to give me a day or to, just to let it all sink in:  PITTSBURGH'S GOIN' TO THE SUPERBOWL!!!!! 

wow.  just wow.

plus, we have two weeks as fans to celebrate this win and look forward to the matchup against the green bay cheeses.  so, just let me celebrate this, plus get a ton of work done today, and i'll be back with some photos tomorrow. 

in the meantime, watch this video nonstop. 

Go Steelers!

let's do this thing

my mancave

a couple of years ago i shared a video of my living room which i turned into a steelers room during the playoffs.  you can see it here.

since then, we've moved, and i got a room that i could designate as my own mancave.  i thought i would share a video with you so you can see it.  you also get the added bonus of my children dancing around like fools.  enjoy. 

go steelers!



ps.  i'm going to the mall in selinsgrove, pa today to meet former steeler great andy russell.  i'll post pics when get home.

*****update*****
i got to meet andy russell today.  i got his new book:

and he signed it for me:

as well as a football card i had of his:

and i got my picture taken with him:

he was super nice and it was so cool to meet him, shake his hand, and see that superbowl ring (he was wearing the ring from superbowl IX).  to celebrate, this afternoon i watched "america's game" superbowl IX, in which andy russell is one of the main storytellers about the 1974 steelers and their successful season.  it's been a great steelers today, and i've got a great feeling about tomorrow!

LET'S GO STEELERS!