Confessions and Redemptions

We all have our deep, dark secrets ... the things we never want to admit to anyone because of the shame and embarrassment they might bring down upon us. But sometimes, you just have to hang your head, grit your teeth, and admit the terrifying reality you've buried deep inside for so many years.

I don't give a %#$! about professional sports.

There, I've said it.

The result of that sad confession, though, is likely to be a mass un-friending of me by all my old high-school friends who have been using Facebook to share their breathless following of the Pittsburgh Steelers as they march toward their Super Bowl matchup with the Green Bay Packers. And since all the beautiful girls I lusted after in high school have finally decided - now that I'm a pushing-60 grandfather - that I wasn't so bad after all, we just can't have that.

So ... confessions be damned! I declare myself, here and now, to be a born-again, rabid fan of my hometown team!

Go, Steelers!

Terrible Towels beat Cheeseheads any day!

Our quarterback's name has more letters in it than your quarterback's name!

We've already won twice as many (6) Super Bowls than you have (3), and only that washed-up has-been team from Dallas (we won't dignify them by mentioning their name) has been to the Super Bowl as many times as we have (8) ... and we've won more of them than they have.

"Steelers" even sounds more powerful and impressive than "Packers".

Our cheerleaders (especially those from good old NA High) are cuter than your cheerleaders!

Just phone in your concession now, Green Bay, and save yourselves the embarrassment.

Have a good day. Root for the right team on February 6th.

More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo