My family is from Pittsburgh. Seems to me like a lot of people are "from" Pittsburgh. Part of the reason we left was for the Navy, my dad is currently retired after 22 years of service, and the other part is because a lot of people from the small towns of Oakmont and Verona, PA often find themselves wondering what else is beyond the towns tucked in the valleys surrounding the city of Black and Gold. Despite this curiosity and the wondeful life we found in San Diego, Syracuse, San Francsico, and Virginia Beach, we still search for Pittsburgh in our everyday lives.
Part of this search has led us to become "those" fans. Our house has an 8' blown up/light up Steeler guy whom we affectionately call "Harrison" as well as banners, flags, and garden gnomes.
This weekend is a compelling one for not only this reason, but also because I am currently engaged to another Navy brat, a deposited Philadelphia man in Virginia Beach. We both wait with bated breath on the intense games, me, a Ravens hater from way back, scared of a defense that feels to close to the one that I love, and him, hopeful that Brian Westbrook can carry his team that he regularly roots for in the same breath that he curses them, and prays against Fitzgerald, one of the most impressive wideouts I've ever seen.
Will there be a wedding if there is a Pennsylvania Turnpike Super Bowl? Would it be worth it to be the first franchise with six rings? I kidd. Hopefully.
With this blog, I'm hoping to talk a lot about how sports, not just the NFL, not just Pittsburgh (though that is what I am most passionate about) can shape an identity that people thrive on and cling to.
Til then, HERE WE GO STEELERS!!!!
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