Today is the day that football fans live for. This is the day they dream about all year, hoping their team will make it to the Super Bowl. Only two will. Only one will win. It seams that some teams never make it while others make it regularly, only to lose. A few, make it regularly and win.
I am a football fan. More specifically, I am a Pittsburgh Steelers fan and have been since they beat the Dallas Cowboys in Super Bowl X. I was a fan during the days of the steel curtain in the 1970 when the Pittsburgh defense dominated and Terry Bradshaw, Linn Swan, John Stallworth, and Franco Harris provided the offense. I was a fan in the 1980s when the Steelers couldn’t win. I was a fan in the 90s, when Pittsburgh got to one super bowl and lost. And I have been a fan during the last decade when the Steelers have played poorly at times but have also played well, making it to several championship games, only to be beaten by the New England Patriots and then winning two and now appearing in their third super bowl in the last decade.
I will be rooting for the Pittsburgh Steelers tonight. I will be waiving my terrible towel. But I won’t be wearing my Ben Rothlisberger jersey. I haven’t worn it all year. Big Ben’s off season behavior, including wild drunken parties and allegations of rape, have kept my jersey in the closet this year.