

I got the privilege of seeing the boys win these in person. (Photos courtesy of steelers.com)

And here’s to seeing the Pens get their hands on their own on Friday.
(This is a bit of a Yinzer post, but I don’t care. Go Pens!)


I got the privilege of seeing the boys win these in person. (Photos courtesy of steelers.com)

And here’s to seeing the Pens get their hands on their own on Friday.
(This is a bit of a Yinzer post, but I don’t care. Go Pens!)
Profound gratitude goes out to Jane Pitt for hanging her sexy hat here at The Sandwich all of last week and making it a significantly brighter place.
We now return to your regular (and significantly less awesome) programming…
I’ll be chronicling my thoughts about the Super Bowl soon.
(Courtesy of Pittsburgh Sports and Mini-Ponies – You’ll always be Tecmo_Bowl_Bo_Jackson to me!)
To kick off Super Bowl Week here at Have a Good Sandwich, I share with you the greatest Steelers game I’ve ever seen in person: The Browns / Steelers 2003 playoff game at Heinz Field.
My memories of this game were framed by the seats my brother-in-law was able to score for the game – down low and near the 40/45 yard line. The Steelers were plagued by mistakes and turnovers, and the peanut gallery sitting all around us was calling for Maddox to be pulled and Cowher to be fired. By halftime it was 17-7 in favor of the Browns, and jumped to 24-7 in the 3rd.

Half of the stadium seemed to leave at that point, unaccustomed to seeing the Steelers comeback in such circumstances. I sure as hell wasn’t leaving where we were in the 3rd quarter.
By the 4th, the situation was still bleak – down two scores but it became more of a back and forth game.

What we ended up witnessing was the greatest Steelers playoff comeback of all-time – 15 points in the remaining 5:30. For your viewing pleasure – the final Steelers drive of the game:
Some interesting factoids from the game:

My Dad - at my friend's wedding in Colorado
I haven’t written about my family typically, but I need to share how my father has helped engrain in me my love for the Steelers.
My father and I didn’t have a great relationship when I was younger – it was sometimes tenuous and distant. We got closer over the years, especially after my parents were divorced during my sophomore year of high school. Along with being a wonderful father, he’s become a trusted advisor and great friend. If there’s been one constant in my relationship with my father, it’s been a love for football and the Steelers.
Some of my earliest memories of my Dad lay in the Sunday morning ritual of watching football. I can vaguely remember waking up with a sense of excitement as I knew he and I would be spending the day together watching television.
I would put on my number 12 Bradshaw t-shirt and not only watch Steelers games with my Dad, but I’d also be re-enacting the great plays in team history in our dining room. Folded oaktag yard markers would be set up (not to scale, of course) and I would regularly make 70-yard connections from Bradshaw to Swann or Stallworth. My mother would yell at me when I would hit the floor hard enough to violently shake the china cabinet. My father, all the while, would enjoy watching me play.
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While not quite to the habanero level dislike of Belichick, Kraft, and the Patriots organization – I really am not a fan of Philip Rivers. He is a crybaby and fairly classless on the sidelines. I mean, seriously, who gets into an argument with the opposing quarterback on the other side of the field?
Anyway- watching him getting driven into the turf during the 3rd quarter of the Divisional game was very satisfying. Next up – Baltimore at home.
My esteemed blogging colleague Anthony has been absent of late, probably having either joined the CIA or is the newest guy working at Parma sausage. In either case, I need to report what he discovered in extensive research (and no doubt what consumed his recent hiatus) about the how the career of our favorite mascot began:
He moved those refrigerators and those color TVs, and now he moves the hearts of Steeler Fans everywhere.
And, evidently, he still gets his chicks for free.
While everyone waxes rhapsodic about J-Peezy and his departure from the Steelers, nobody is talking about the loss of the next Dancing With The Stars contestant Verron Haynes.
If you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing him warm up in pre-game, he doesn’t do exercises. He dances. In ‘da club. Here’s a all-too-small offering of his brillance:
He was let go as well in an effort to get under the salary cap, but there’s hope in the Steelers front office they may re-sign him. In the meantime, safe travels Tank.
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