Before I share my weekend activities with all of you�.what say all of you to according �Grizzled Vet� status to SteelDan.� His story of sitting in the Dawg Pound with all of the Shit Stains is a classic, and is quite an accomplishment.�
Last Thursday night, I received word that my mother was in
My plan was to stay at my Mom�s place with her, as she thought she would be out of� the hospital by Saturday.� Tony though, called on Saturday morning to let me know that Mom was staying a few more days.� My wife says, �Maybe you should think about not going to the game, and spending Sunday in the hospital with your Mom.�� I try not to look directly at her, lest I convey my �Are you F�..in� crazy,� look, and merely say, �No dear, I don�t think that I�ll do that.�� My daughter�s new friend Amy, says, � You need to have fun, too.�� I say, �Thank you, Amy; you can come to visit any time.�
Around
After Saturday night in
We meet up with Dave & Tom, my newfound Steeler buds.� Tom, the Cowboys fan, is nevertheless decked out in a Kendrell Bell #97 jersey (hope Tom�s groin is in better shape) with a �Terrible Towel, and a Red Sox cap.� Dave is wearing a Ben #7 jersey, which he bought the night before.
I was damn worried about this game, but all�s well that end�s well.� Three of four Stiller touchdowns are scored down our end (we�re in Section 516), we soak in the sun, have a few beers, scream ourselves hoarse.�
About the screaming, though.� Dave�s adopted my practice of screaming from the time the opposing O leaves the huddle until they snap the ball.� We don�t actually say anything, just �AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH� as load as we can scream.� We�re making our contribution to our team, trying to disrupt the snap count.� I�m sad to say, though, that this time, probably �cause I�m damn near 50, the constant screaming is making me light headed, and compromises my ability to watch intently.� What the hell do I do!!� Contribute to my team to the best of my ability�or enjoy the game???� I play it 50-50�.Dave more than makes up for my being a slacker.
Back to the Airport, I catch up with Dave & Tom at TGI Friday�s.� Dave bought himself a Polamalu #43 jersey at the stadium.� He also bought all kinds of other shit.� Tom says, �He bought me a terrible towel.� What am I going to do with a terrible towel.�� Tom also reports that after wearing a Steeler jersey, and waving the towel, that Dave rats him out as a Cowboys fan in the 4th quarter.� Tom takes good-natured abuse from Steeler fans, good-natured slaps to the head, good-natured stealing of his cap, good-natured taunts of �Cowboy asshole.�
Dave shares some similarities with me, though he raises the bar a bit.� Dave, like me, hates the New England Patriots.� Dave though, says that he hates the Patriots so much, that he hates the Red Sox, too.� �Cause they have the same fans�..�� That�s more hatred than I can muster.� I like the Sox�..not like the Buccos will ever pose any threat to them.
On the way back to
Anyway, I visited Mom, had Vinny�s, saw a Stiller Division win, made 2 new friends, and met a Rhetoric major during my unexpected Steeler weekend.