There are two sorts of people in this world - the haves and the have nots, or to be more specific in our local context, those who have Steelers tickets and those who do not. (A subset of this divide is those who have Penguins tickets and those who do not. Sadly, there are also those who have Pirates tickets and those who don't give a darn.)
But my subject today is the Steelers. I became a football fan the moment I arrived in Pittsburgh 31 years ago. To my mind, it is just heretical rugby - and rugby was my football when I was growing up in Australia.
Of course, I am one of the have nots when it comes to tickets (only sports writers get passes).
Fortunately, I have friends who have tickets and sometimes they call me up and say, "Hey, want to come to the game?" It is usually a last-minute offer. Once, I was sitting in the back of church during a service and an usher came up and handed me a note that said: "Hey, want to come to the game?" - or words to that effect. I took this as proof that prayers are answered.
On Wednesday night, the call came from my pal Paul, named for a saint and I would say for good cause. Yes, I wanted to come to the game. So last night there I was on the 30 yard line, six levels up. As high up as it was -- I think I was sitting next to an angel -- they were good seats that gave a great view of the unfolding plays.
As you probably know, because this is Pittsburgh and knowledge of game details is more or less compulsory, the Steelers were far from Super for much of the evening. I ran further for beers than Willie Parker did on the field. But it all ended well and everybody went home happy, well, not the Titans.
But I was struck how happy everybody in the crowd was just to be there. Oh, the fans booed the refs and cursed when the Steelers messed up, but the PG headline on the front-page today said it exactly right: "A Festive Opening Night..."
It was a superb evening - not too cool, not too hot - and the backdrop of the city sparkled. I, for one, could not wish to be anywhere else in the world (get back to me in the bitter snows of January). On this glorious night, it seemed as if the Almighty Himself was in His heaven and was waving a Terrible Towel.
Yes, as I was saying, there are two sorts of people in the world - those who have Pittsburgh and those who don't.
My usual noon time debate today with Jack Kelly has been postponed -- Jack is on the road (I don't know whether it is the road to perdition), Have a great weekend.
Posted
Sep 11 2009, 10:47 AM
by
Reg Henry