Go Steelers! Go Steelers! Yes, that's right, I am a Pittsburgh Steelers fan and have been since the fourth grade. You know, the year the Steelers won the Super Bowl, the Pirates won the World Series, and the Penguins won the Stanley Cup. Yes, that was the year when the theme song of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania was "We are Family" by Sister Sledge. It was the era of Terry Bradshaw, the "Steel Curtain", and the "Terrible Towel"
Since it's not in my girly nature to keep track of stats and every minor detail of any sports game or figure, I only watch sports when my Steelers are hot on the Super Bowl trail like they are now. Since it has been so long since the Steelers have made it this far, my husband probably thinks I am some foreign person who has taken over his wife's body because I actually wanted to watch Sunday's play-off game.
I have to tell you, I love a good interception and a good stomping by those Steelers. I expected closer playoff games since none of the teams where considered underdogs. However, leave it to the Steelers to be the only team in history to ever to come into the playoffs last and make it to the Super Bowl. They have to win now.
My husband has not ever seen this side of me. He is not the typical sports fan like most husbands, he prefers the outdoor sports like hunting and fishing. I am sure he was a little disgusted with me when I wanted to watch the game.
I don't quite understand his attitude since our daily lives are a veritable plethora of sporting activities with all of us playing many different positions, with me acting as referee or screaming coach most of the time.
For example, on any given day I can referee the disagreement between my husband and oldest son over the best way to study the dreaded spelling words. Then turn around and call time out for the two youngest who just completed a boxing round over who had possession of the toys.
Mornings are the best, especially when my husband is working out of town. This is were I move into coaching mode, you all know what I mean, every morning when it's time to walk out the door, "Let's go! Move it! Come on let's go!", tell me that doesn't sound like a sporting event.
The worst part is, I review the play every morning. Get dressed, brush your teeth, comb your hair, eat your breakfast, no TV, get your socks and shoes on, make sure you have everything in your backpack. The only thing is, my team is not playing as a team. They all go in different directions, including their coach.
When my husband is there it goes much smoother, apparently he is the head coach when it comes to authority. Although, lately I have had a few chuckles in the mornings when he is repeating the "Let's go!" chant. I just smile and think, "Welcome to my world."
You all probably think my house is like a match from World Wrestling Entertainment or something. It really isn't that bad. Unless, you count the times when my youngest, a daughter who is four, makes her older brothers cry because they won't do what she tells them to do. I am afraid she's got her mother's temper combined with her dad's tenacity. Yikes! Mike Tyson's got nothing on her.
My mother-in-law understands the concept of watching your favorite team play. She's been a loyal Chicago Cubs fan forever. My husband has never questioned that, why does he question my Steelers?
No worries though. He went fishing and I watched my Steelers and everyone was happy with their sport of choice, including the sport of daily life. I wouldn't trade my team for anything. I'll just have to watch my Steelers win the Super Bowl on my own.