It's been a whole week since the green and yellow revolution toppled the Steeler Nation and ran those black and yellow windbags out of Texas - back to the buckle of the Rust Belt.
In just three plus hours, everyone who was sick of hearing about Michael Vick's dogs, Mrs. Ryan's feet, and Brett Favre's wiener, could breathe a sigh of relief that at least Big Ben would probably be remembered more for banging a drunk girl in the toilet than hitting his man in the end zone.
And yet, as much as the outcome did seem to be an "according to Hoyle" miracle where good finally triumphs over evil, Steelers' fans, apparently taking a page out of crybaby House Speaker John Boehner's playbook, just sat around feeling sorry for themselves, shedding enough tears to turn Heinz Field into "Four River Stadium."
Case in point: Check out the message board at PittsburghSteelers.com - rife with sore loserness from the citizens of Self-Pity's-Burgh, Pennsylvania:
Now, I don't think I'm going out on two long a limb when I say that it was just a football game. Steelers' fans: you are not going to be rounded up and shot. Your homes aren't going into foreclosure. You can keep your pickup trucks and even continue to park them in your front lawns next to your kids' toys and scattered auto parts. Heck, you don't even have to clean up your front porches, though one broken appliance per family is recommended. So as you lean back in your creaky lazy boys, sipping Iron City Beer and choking on Primanti Bros. french fry sandwiches, remember this: it's not the end of THE world -- just the end of YOUR world.
In just three plus hours, everyone who was sick of hearing about Michael Vick's dogs, Mrs. Ryan's feet, and Brett Favre's wiener, could breathe a sigh of relief that at least Big Ben would probably be remembered more for banging a drunk girl in the toilet than hitting his man in the end zone.
And yet, as much as the outcome did seem to be an "according to Hoyle" miracle where good finally triumphs over evil, Steelers' fans, apparently taking a page out of crybaby House Speaker John Boehner's playbook, just sat around feeling sorry for themselves, shedding enough tears to turn Heinz Field into "Four River Stadium."
Case in point: Check out the message board at PittsburghSteelers.com - rife with sore loserness from the citizens of Self-Pity's-Burgh, Pennsylvania:
Really strange day at work for me. I got playfully teased by many of the Vikings fans I work with, some chants of Go Packers and little post-it notes on my station. Most of them thought i would be really talking trash about the Packers and I just wasn't. You can't fault the Packers they played a good enough to win and if asked I gave props to them. The weird part was how they were treating the Packers fans. It was as if they were saying the Packers stole the game or paid off the league for the win. Several Packers fans looked to me to help support their position. I told them don't worry about it. Your team has the trophy and the ring don't worry about what the rest of the world thinks. I get asked all the time how can I be a Steelers fan when I live in MN now. I tell them we got six trophies how many do the Vikes have? usually shuts them up.You tell em, tough guy. But I have one question. Ever hear of something called grammar and punctuation? Here's another gem:
I live in NE Ohio and it seems like the anti Steeler venom is worst than ever,especially on things like Facebook. I am amazed how nasty people are on there and how much they enjoy the Steelers losing. They are low life Browns fans and act like they are something special.Well said. But if I were you,I wouldn't complain about nastiness and then refer to people as "low-life." Just a thought. Here's more:
I work with several rabid Stains fans, so I just keep quiet. Yesterday, one of my colleagues, a grown woman, came to my room and walked in laughing at me and saying how awful my Steelers were. I was wearing a Clowns jersey after losing a bet, and she was announcing to all of the PRIMARY students as they came in that they should come to my room to laugh at me. First,I walked up to her and explained to her that the Stains jersey I was wearing had the number '00' on it. I reminded her that those numbers stood for the number of Super Bowls that the Stains have been IN and how many they have won. Next, I told her to walk away and that her classlessness proved the superiority of Steelers fans over any other team in the league - and the inferiority of Stains fans beyond any other team's fans. I was amazed at how people who act like they are friends can become so 'victorious' when their team wasn't even in the game. Really Clowns fans? You take more joy in a team's defeat than in the victories that your own team has.Now, I'm not even going to speculate how Browns' fans became "Stains' fans." I thought the guy was talking about the Saints, but apparently he is not. Of course, no Steeler wailing wall would be complete without someone running to Roeslisberger's defense. I know. I know. And O.J. is innocent, too, I got it:
Surprisingly, no one's said anything to me, although I didoverhear a girl call Ben "Rapistberger" and I had to bite my tongue. Of all the things people can say, that will set me off the quickest. Honestly, I think the Steelers are the new Cowboys, in terms of being hated.And now, the one that says it all. After being treated with dignity and respect by some Baltimore Ravens' fans, what does this guy do?
I watched the game with ratbird fans. It was tough to hear all the cheer's for greenbay. After the game though it was nothing but respect. They said they could'nt have asked for a better team to represent the AFC!! Thats good enough for me STEELERS fans!!!!Perfect, you finally found some fans more gracious than you and then you referred to their team as "Ratbirds." Doesn't take much to see why no one feels sorry for you.
Now, I don't think I'm going out on two long a limb when I say that it was just a football game. Steelers' fans: you are not going to be rounded up and shot. Your homes aren't going into foreclosure. You can keep your pickup trucks and even continue to park them in your front lawns next to your kids' toys and scattered auto parts. Heck, you don't even have to clean up your front porches, though one broken appliance per family is recommended. So as you lean back in your creaky lazy boys, sipping Iron City Beer and choking on Primanti Bros. french fry sandwiches, remember this: it's not the end of THE world -- just the end of YOUR world.
