Well, I've had better days at work.
I didn’t have to take too much shit, but unfortunately I can’t say the same for some of the others in the Steel Citi Underground. I think word may have gotten out that I’m tough to out-do with the smack talking, because I already know what they’re going to say before they say it.
Like today at lunch, some Rattie fan came up to me and said, “Where’s your Steelers jersey today?”
Like, “duh”, it’s not jersey day, so just like everyone else’s, it’s at home. But what I said was, “Where was your Ravens jersey the day after you got your ass kicked by the Bengals?”
She didn’t know what to make of that, so she scurried back to the baseboards, where the rest of the Ratbird fans run, so they could go back to planning the Super Bowl parade route.
I should have sent out a list of “Talking Points” to the rest of the group, for use when confronted with flapping Rattie mouths:
1. The last 3 times the Ratbirds beat the Steelers, they played our 3rd or 4th string QB.
2. Our usually “lights out” kicker missed 2 field goals.
3. Three penalties on our last possession, two of which were false starts, in our own house! (Only included under the guise of handing the “W” straight to them.)
4. Congratulations on Flacco’s nuts finally dropping.
5. Lastly, there’s always this:
They hate when we bring that up.
In other news, Steelers blogger for the Pittsburgh Post Gazette, Dan Gigler, ran my letter and pictures describing Friday’s Baltimore Insurgency that we conducted. You can check it out here. I’d ask you to go and comment and tell him how wonderful we are, but you have sign up for an ID and password first, and I’m not in the business of adding hassle to my friends’ lives. But you can if you want to.
He asked to send him word of our continuing adventures, especially surrounding the next Steelers/Rats game, so we’ll have to come up with something good.
Search for Reality
A quick search note: I got a search from Thailand, who found my site by Googling “Panic Stricken Rabbit.” He got the bulging-eyed Roger Rabbit cartoon I had posted in July, which represented the look on my face when I almost wrecked my new car while on the way to the MVA to register it.
Who only knows what he was looking for. Possibly something from Fatal Attraction, maybe?
Just to show I’m not all about football and other he-manly pursuits, I won’t be around to comment tomorrow after work, because I’ll be taking Pinky to see the touring show of “So You Think You Can Dance.” (aka: SYTYCD) I bought the tickets for her birthday in August and tomorrow is the show.
Pinky was a dance major in college so she got me watching it when we first started going out, and I found I liked it. Or, more specifically, I found I liked all the young, hot chicks dancing around in tight spangled costumes. And even more specifically, I’m fascinated by the host, the lovely Brit, Cat Deeley.
Not only is she tall (5’9” without her customary 3” heels) and drop-dead gorgeous, she’s very quick-witted and funny. Sadly, I don’t think she goes on the tour, so I’ll have to amuse myself with the hot dancer chicks. Otherwise, as PittGirl would say, “Set the Stalk-O-Meter to ‘Stun and Self-Unite.’”
Hey, don’t think Pinky won’t be scoping out the hot dancer guys…
Anyway, I may Tweet some thoughts if any occur to me. I expect there may be some downtime between sets. Regardless, I’ll be sure to tell you all about it in the next post.