Ready or not Tampa...here we come! Isaac and I get to go to the Super Bowl this year thanks to his BFF Brett and his better half (Sarah) inviting us. I cannot tell you how excited that I am! In addition to seeing Brett and Sarah we also get to spend time with our other great friends... Teag and Ashley. If it is anything like the last time we all got together then we are bound to have a blast! Isaac of course is hoping to hang with his "chums" Hank Jr. and Kid Rock.... here are the infamous pics of the crew at the Steelers celebration party after they won a few years ago. So... I am not sure if any night will ever live up to this ni
ght in Isaac's eyes... all we can do is wish for a repeat!
Hey Brett... (aka The Diesel).... we are so excited to see you play...GOOD LU
CK! We are hoping to see an image like this one once again.... Love ya!!! Again...GO S
TEELERS!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
GO STEELERS!!!
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Lucky Chumps! Have fun at the game. Tell The Dies that I said hello.
Holy Crap!! I am sooo jealous!
I expect a very long, very detailed blog when you get home.
Enjoy:)
"Because the Cowboys may be America's Team, But The Steelers Are God's Team" by:
Jeane Marie Laskas
A Steelers game is a holy war, a fight for what is virtuous and right. To live
here in Pittsburgh, where Heinz Field sits like a fat temple bursting with
kielbasa-loving believers, is to know all there is to know. Unflinching,
unconditional, ours is a faith handed to us from Grandpa or Great-Grandpa, the
guy who first got the season tickets and passed them down through generations.
(The waiting list for season tickets is ten years long- you have to wait until
someone dies.) Divorcing couples have been known to wage custody battles over
season tickets; ex-husbands give in and sit with ex-wives, sharing nachos and a
cold Iron City. Hey, it's the Steelers.
We are born into our religion, and we are baptized, and we receive our Communion.
A Steelers fan never strays. You move to Denver, or to some fancy Sunbelt place,
or even to California, you stay a Steelers fan. People say the Cowboys are
America's Team, and we think that is so adorable. So very precious. Listen,
people: The Steelers are God's Team. Hometown boy Bill Cowher having passed along
to sainthood, we embrace a new messiah, Mike Tomlin, trusting in the guidance of
our holiest family, the Rooneys(because they're from Pittsburgh). And now, of
course, we have big Ben Roethlisberger, who can make us more than a tiny bit
nervous , and Hine Ward, with his eternal smile(he smiles, we think, because he
gets to play for Pittsburgh), and Troy Polamalu, who embodies the sort of
humanity we expect of our Steelers. Good people. Good people. Hey, they play for
Pittsburgh- a rusty promised land where there is so little left to be proud of.
So we will sit and wave our terrible towels and battle the gray chill that cuts
to the bone, wave that towel, wave that towel in praise. We will do this because
this is our life's work. We will continue to give birth to baby Steelers fans.,
and we will continue our charge to take over the world, to convert you and you
and you. We are missionaries charged with leading you towards the light of
Steeler Nation. It's probably a rule in the Bible Somewhere. Oh, it probably is...
Hopefully Brett makes it to another superbowl when I'm not pregnant so we can join in on the fun next time. Hope you had an amazing time. Give that cute little boy a big ol' kiss from us.
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