The Mojo Boogie Aftermath - Week 7

This week’s Steelers game was once again opposite the Ratbirds, so I had to catch the game at Jilly’s, my local sports bar.  Sitcom Kelly met me there.

So far this season, the “random” factor has been ruling my Steelers mojo.  I haven’t worn the same shirt twice to games at Jilly’s, to I opted to continue that streak.  However, I’ve worn the same hat each time, so I continued that too.  This was today’s mojo gear:

Note:  The Steelers wore black again, even as the visitors.  This is the third Steelers away game that the home team decided to wear white.  The Steelers have not worn their white jerseys all season.  I figured that was the way things were going to go today, hence my wearing a black polo.

Sitcom Kelly and I sat at the bar and right off the bat, the yokel beside me started in about the Steelers game.

Yokel: Ben ought to be banned from the league for raping people.  It’s disgusting.

Me: Boy, Ravens fans sure have short memories.

Yokel:  Why do we have short memories.

(Game action was continuing on the screens, so I didn’t answer right away.  Yokel repeated his question 2 more times.)

Me:  You all forget that you had a player that got convicted and did jail time for a crime that left 2 people freakin’ dead and everyone here thinks he’s their hero.  No one ever proved anything ever happened with Ben; they didn’t even have enough to bring charges.

Yokel:  Ray didn’t do nothin’.

Me:  He lied to the cops and obstructed an investigation.  He pleaded to it and was convicted.

I didn’t hear a peep about the Steelers out of the Yokel for the rest of the afternoon.  Just the way I like it.

For the record, I think Ben’s a douchbag… a big-timing, self-important egomaniac that thinks he’s King Shit of Turd Mountain.  Tales of his rampant douchebaggery abound in Pittsburgh.  But it’s not a crime to be an asshole.  I don’t know what happened in Georgia and I suspect there are only 2 people in the world that do.  He says he’s turned himself around.  Time will tell.  But regardless, I don’t want to hear any shit being thrown by some Ratbird-loving shit-kicker.  Last time I checked, those two fuckers that got knifed in Atlanta are still dead.  And Ray-Ray is doing Old Spice commercials.

The Steelers handed 6 points to the Dolphins right out of the gate, courtesy of a couple of fumbles, on their own 22 and 13.  Both times the Steelers defense held them to 3-and-out.

So when the Phins start crying about the controversy at the end of the game that led to the game winning Pittsburgh field goal, they can look in the mirror.  If you can’t get a touchdown from there, on your home field, you have bigger problems than the freakin’ refs.

For what it’s worth, I thought the ball should have gone to the Dolphins.  It was a fumble and the defense came up with the ball.  (Ben said he had it until the refs told him it was a TD.)  It was hard to tell from my seat in a sports bar, with no audio of that game.  But I don’t care.  The Steelers have had their share of inexplicable calls that went against them.  Occasionally it cost them a game.  More often, they overcome it and win anyway.

Remember, the Dolphins still had time to move the ball and get into field goal range.  They did squat with that opportunity.

On a lighter note, while we were at the bar, Sitcom Kelly ordered this Pumpkin Ale that came with honey and cinnamon on the rim of the glass.  I had to ask the barkeep to make sure she had a pry-bar handy, in case the suction created in getting at the honey dribbling down the inside of the glass created a seal that affixed the glass to her face.

One only need look at the troubles of Winnie the Pooh to know that honey and small containers don’t mix, especially when you throw a drunk chick into the mix.

So, the Steelers won and the Ratties barely squeaked one out in OT against the 0-5 Bills.  Kelly was upset but I had to remind her that the fact that the Rats didn’t blow out a bottom feeding team is just as good as a loss, from a smack-talking perspective.  The sports-talk radio is going to be burning up tomorrow.

That’s all good for me.  The more discord among the locals, the better.  It’s only a matter of time before they turn on their own team.  And that makes me very, very happy.