whew!

This video makes me feel better somehow.

Nothing really happens until 31 seconds in but what happens after that changed my world view a little bit.

Sixburgh!!!!!!!!!

Being happy that your team won the Super Bowl does not make one smug. Celebrating a sixth SB win does not make one smug. Being proud of a team you've rooted for your entire life does not make one smug.

Whining and complaining that a team that you did not want to win went ahead and won is stupid and childish. It's kind of boring too. I'm really tired today so being bored is quite annoying.

Here are a couple pictures of Santonio's "feet never touching the ground". *rolls eyes*




Somebody on a message board said that they enjoyed watching the "giant fat man run 100 yards". James Harrison was the only one who did that last night, right? I mean, I think I would have noticed somebody else doing that. Let's see some photos of this "giant fat man", shall we...


That comment didn't offend me so much as it confused me. Maybe the person didn't actually watch it?


Whatever. Slam my team and their HUGE fucking accomplishment all you want. I? am on cloud freaking nine today.

What's the protocol?

So here I am in my first year of playing fantasy football and I am in the finals. I went up against Shawn's brother in the semi-final. I cannot explain to you how happy I am that I won. I just really wanted to beat him. Last year my FIL won first. BIL won second. Shawn won third. This year, Shawn got knocked out in the quarterfinal. Guess who I'm going up against in the final.




Done guessing?
Did you guess my father-in-law?
So is it wrong that more than wanting to win it for myself I really just want to beat him?
Am I allowed to smack talk my father-in-law?

hee.

fwiw, Shawn won both matchups I had with him during the regular season. He went into the playoffs in first place and I went in at seventh.

I'm sorry, Peyton

I jinxed him. *sob*

If you watch the video here, you can see him run a touchdown in at 0:27 and the play where he got injured at about 0:56. A more detailed view of the injury here.

There's the obvious reason this upsets me, because I feel like I jinxed him because he is my newest football crush, and then there's the equally as obvious reason it upsets me, because he is a fantasy football owner's dream. At least he got me 12 points before he got hurt. Hopefully it's not too serious. *waiting for news*


4:13 p.m.
"Broncos placed RB Peyton Hillis on injured reserve with a torn hamstring, ending his season.
He tore the hammy "a few inches off the bone," Mike Shanahan revealed, and faces eight weeks of recovery. Hillis won't need surgery. Hillis ends his rookie year with 5.0 YPC average on 68 carries, six TDs, and 14 catches. He has a nice outlook as a future utility man, but probably not as a pure tailback. While Hillis will be in the mix for short-yardage carries in a potential 2009 committee for Denver, teams don't usually "feature" backs with limited speed and moves. His long-term ceiling in dynasty leagues is low."

waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

New football boyfriend

I still love Plaxico but he has hurt my heart. I am going to have to work up an intense crush on somebody else to help mend it.

I present to you (for at least the rest of the season): Peyton Hillis
LOOK AT HIS ARMS!!!!!! I am mesmerized by his left arm in that picture up there. I might make it my desktop background. mmmmuscles

He is way too young for me in reality but in Imaginary Boyfriend Land, he is fair game. I like that he's a total meathead and beats his chest like a caveman when he scores touchdowns. I like watching him workout.

I like that he jumps over people, barrels through people, drags people and does whatever he has to do to get positive yardage. He has great hands. I know nothing about his personal life and I don't want to. I don't want him to break my heart, you know. I just want to, you know, crush on his meatheadedness.

For some reason, I can't work up an intense crush on any Steelers. I'm not sure why that is. I do, however, have something for Heath Miller. Something like adoration. I almost had a crush on Santonio Holmes but I saw something that scared me away. I love my Steelers. Maybe that's why I can't have crushes on them. I mean like intense, want to run away and live on a desserted island with them and be their sex slaves and have their babies kind of crushes. Or throw myself at their feet and wrap my entire body around their legs so they can never get away kind of crushes. I'll have to go to Denver for that.

See? These two little Jets guys must feel the same way.

It's time to admit I have bad taste

in football boyfriends.

In my defense though, this is the player I fell in love with:



This is the man I hated to lose:


This is the player who left me in awe:



And this is the man who melts my heart:




I don't know who this man is:

and I certainly don't know what he's thinking. But he breaks my heart.

"a drinking town with a football problem"

My dad kept asking what Shawn and I would like for Christmas. I didn’t know what to say. We need money so we can pay for the stuff we “bought” already. You know? So he came up with the idea of getting us tickets to see “The Chief”. For those of you that probably don’t know, “The Chief” is Art Rooney. Who’s Art Rooney? He is the founder of the Pittsburgh Steelers. “The Chief” is a play, a one man show, performed by Pittsburgh native, Tom Atkins. Mr. Atkins has appeared on and off Broadway for a lot of years. He has also had some appearances on television shows such as M*A*S*H, Oz, Law & Order (I forget which one), and a bunch of others that I can’t remember. So anyway, the tickets were for Wednesday night. We left our house and got about three miles before traffic came to a stop. Squirrel Hill tunnels are notorious for accidents and traffic back up. So we sat there and sat there and sat there. The show started at 8. We left our house at 7:10ish. It was 8:10 before we even got to turn around. We missed the show. I called the theater while we were sitting there and the girl said that if there was a bunch of people in the same situation, they could maybe hold the show a bit. Well, apparently, they did not. I felt horrible. Shawn and I really wanted to see the show. My dad thoughtfully got us the tickets! I called the theater yesterday and explained the situation. They said we could come that night and they would get us seats. I was overjoyed. whew! What a nice thing to do. I'm so glad we got to see it.

I found an article that explains it better than I could (or at least better than I feel like explaining it at the moment).

"Pittsburgh Steelers founder Art Rooney, Sr. is an icon in the city of Pittsburgh and among pro football historians. He was a determined, forthright, astute businessman who is remembered fondly by many. His roots to the city and his manner of remembering his humble beginnings forged a connection of mutual respect with the residents of this Steel City. When Rob Zellers and Gene Collier decided to write a one man play about "The Chief," they knew they had to show all sides of the man. As Rooney's grandson Jim told the authors, Rooney Sr. "wasn't always a saint." What appears on the stage of the Public Theater is an affectionate and respectful view of an ordinary man who accomplished extraordinary things.
From his childhood on the Northside where he swam in the Allegheny River just offshore of the future location of Three Rivers Satdium, though a period as a young boxer, on to a long career developing the legacy of the Pittsburgh Steelers, Rooney is shown to be a very strong and religious family man. He worked a "real job" one day in his life - at a steel mill where he quickly developed a respect for the incredibly hard working steelworkers, but learned it wasn't for him. Rooney probably learned a thing or two from the local politicians he worked for, as well as from his father who owned a tavern. The Chief was uncanny at betting on horses, winning an incredible $380,000 during one betting spree in 1937. He had already bought the Steelers by then, but those winnings helped him hold onto the team through "the bad years" - four decades of disappointing football seasons. When the team finally came together, due to the foundation Rooney had set, the talents of coach Chuck Noll plus the results of a few brilliant drafts, Rooney was proud, but never let the newfound fame of the team go to his head.
The Chief takes place in 1976 in an office at Three Rivers Stadium, as Rooney (Tom Atkins) prepares for an event honoring him at the Knights of Columbus. Speaking openly to the audience, he reflects on his life and career, showing his personality and morals by the stories he tells and the beliefs he describes. Atkins presents a fine portrayal of the gruff but sentimental Rooney, who at the time would have been 75. Cigar smoking and speaking from the heart, Atkins' Rooney recalls times, places, and people familiar to the audience. Mostly a story of Rooney's life and "what made the man," The Chief also gives a snapshot of the people and circumstance which allowed the Steelers to leave behind the SOS ("same old Steelers" is the clean translation) years.
For anyone with a fondness for Pittsburgh or the Steelers, this is a rich, inspirational piece of Americana. For natives of the 'burgh and diehard Steelers fans, it is a near religious experience. To top it off, the famous "immaculate reception," a fluke catch in a 1972 playoff game with the Oakland Raiders which catapulted the Steelers into their dynasty years, is shown on film. If you didn't wear your black and gold jersey into the theater (and some people did), by this time you wish you had."

It felt like we were right there in his office. Like we were close personal friends talking about old times. Such an intimate setting. I got choked up a few times. He talked about the immaculate reception, describing to us how and why he didn't see it and his reaction after he realized what happened. There was less than a minute left in the game. No way they could win. He got in the elevator to go to the locker room and started preparing his pep talk, getting ready to tell them that he was proud of them. That they played an amazing game. He said when the elevator doors opened, he thought there was a tornado and then he realized it was the fans. It occured to him that they had won. He talked about receiving that game ball and how he didn't deserve it, that the fans deserve it. I am getting choked up just writing about it. heh. Then we got to see the footage. Wow. I can never see that enough times. Amazing. Then he rattled off a list of what ifs and I started to sob. I realize that I'm an emotionally unstable person but I wasn't the only one crying, tyvm. This is something that every Pittsburgh native should experience. Hell, every football fan should see it or at least read his story. What an amazing man. An inspiration.

FWIW, I wore my black and gold and so did Shawn.