By Still Rage
Far be it from
me to piss and moan.� I�d like to think that
when I complain it is to right an obvious wrong; to shed light on injustice; to
correct the error of ignorant ways. I�m sure you get the point.�
I have been a
true Stiller fan for 26 years.� My �One For the Thumb�
t-shirt and pennant remain proudly on display in my home.� I have never given one good shit about the
fans of any other team.� That all changed
yesterday.� For those who don�t know me,
I live in Columbus Ohio.� Brownies up top, Bungles on the bottom.� I was raised 1 hour south of the steel town
in West �by god� Virginia.� It is well known, by those around me, that I
HATE the Cowboys.� I HATE the Patriots.� Now, the word �hate� has a new meaning.� Enter the Cincinnati mother fuckin, bitch-ass Bengals.� Although the team can sometimes be completely
innocent, their fans WILL be held accountable.
I have attended
many Steeler games, both home and away, over the
years.� When the Browns came back, I was
at the opener to witness the 43 to 0 beating with Kordell.� It was a hostile crowd but within reason. �If I didn�t bleed black and gold, I would be a
Browns� fan.� I also attended last year�s
embarrassing AFC championship game with the Stiller
crew.� We froze our asses off.
Let me set it
up�January 8th, no plans, 55 degrees, kickoff at 4:30pm.� My brother and I make the drive to see the
Steelers.� I�ve become a pro at scalping
tickets!�� I have NEVER (and I mean NEVER)
witnessed such piss poor, unknowledgeable, crying, whining, bitch-ass fans as I
did yesterday in Cincy. It all began with the
hit from Kimo.�
They threw beer bottles on the field. They threw and SMASHED beer bottles into the
glass club box right above my head. They called us �dirty mother fuckers�
throughout the whole game. Ice and cups kept flying at Steeler
fans as they walked about.� On and on and
on they went about how dirty the Steelers play football.� As usual, I continuously added fuel to the
flame in attempt to educate these imbeciles.�
9 seconds after the play was over, I kept saying "watch Sports Center tonight. It was a
clean hit.� �Somehow, I avoided a
physical altercation.� I could�ve been in
at least 3. �One clueless bitch needed
her 4 front teeth knocked out, as she came at me swinging.� I must admit, trips to the restroom were
quite intimidating. �The Steeler nation, as always, was well represented.� Steeler fans were
sure to group in 2�s at the urinals.� Bengal fans could not get over
the fact that their QB was gone. They wanted a penalty on every single
play. It was very sad.
The Bengal radio network is 700 am
in Cincinnati.�
The post game commentator repeatedly said, �It will be interesting to
see how much Kimo is fined this week.�� Several Bengal fan callers insisted
the right thing to do was to go after Ben and hurt him.� As far as I know, all of these actions and
statements have not been reported or commented on by ANY sports media, group,
or institution.� I called in and tried to
educate these Bengal, towel waving, morons
that tackling a ball carrier low is basic football 101.� Going high is illegal!� There will be no penalty.� There will be no fine.� You dumb shit.� My call was disconnected.� Many questions and comments remained.
I asked a flaming
goat turd fan behind me, �So you think with Carson
Palmer healthy, the Bengals would beat the Steelers, the
Patriots, the Colts, and then win the Super Bowl�with that defense?� Rejoice you made the playoffs!�� Is it safe to say that if Ben had not
suffered his injuries, that the Steelers would have won the games that they
lost?� Would they have earned a bye and
not even been playing their sorry ass in the wild card game?� No.�
That�s just football.� Learn it, love
it, live it.� Be sure to learn it
first.� Being a championship team
requires depth, notably a backup QB.� By
the way, I wish we had Kitna as our backup.� He went 8 for 10 out the gate and scored 17
points in the first half.� We could only
be so lucky!� Would Palmer have done so
well?� Maybe.� Better?�
Probably not.�
We made adjustments.� Our game
plan was tailored for Palmer.� We might
have made adjustments on Palmer, too.�
Just like the last game in Cincinnati.� These Bengal fans believe that by
making the playoffs and putting together a good season, the Super Bowl is owed
to them.� Nobody knows losing at home in
the playoffs better than us.
I think we can
beat any team with the talent we have.�
However, with the playoff game plans Cowher is
known for, I fear this is the end of the line.�
(This, of course, coming from my brain�not my heart!)� In other words, all I wanted was to beat the Bengals.� My WV
Mountaineers won the Sugar Bowl.� My
super bowl was this Bengal victory.�
Anything else is gravy.�
Hey Bengals, �Who Dey?�� �WE Dey!�� Who Dey these Black
and Gold Nuts!� Be sure to include that
in your next Super Bowl music video.
StillRage@Stillers.com