Go Steelers!
I'm not often one to wax poetic about a sports team...but damn. The Steelers just won an incredible last-second game, making them the only time in the NFL to win six Super Bowls. They didn't play their best...our vaunted Steel Curtain defense was evidently a bit rusty...but we pulled some amazing plays and came through. And as a storyteller, I truly appreciate the energy, tension, and catharsis of a last-second victory, even if it's stressful in the leadup.
After the game, (which pghkitten and I watched with her co-worker Russell and his girlfriend Simona), we drove as close as we were able to Pittsburgh's South Side, parked, and joined the happy, chaotic throng of revelers filling the street, waving Terrible Towels, cheering, flagrantly violating Pittsburgh's open-container laws, and generally proving that this town knows how to share in its home-team victories like no other. I lost count of how many high-fives I collected from total strangers- I did get two spinning hugs, got pulled into two or three spontaneous victory dances, and, in a surge of uncharacteristic masculine bravado, participated in two running chest bumps, one of which caused both myself and my co=bumper to go flying several feat and land flat on our backs in the middle of Carson Street. I somehow escaped injury, for which I blame adrenaline, and got pulled to my feet and clapped on the back by several other black-and-gold-clad revelers. All in all, it was really awesome way to celebrate a really exciting game, and now I'm deeply exhilarated. I sincerely doubt classes tomorrow are going to be very rough for me- half my students aren't going to make it in, and those that do will be too hung over to make much trouble.
More relevant postings to my life in general will hopefully come soon. For those unaware, I'm currently teaching 19 credits plus some noncredit assignments, including two new classes I've never taught before and am creating as I go along, hence a serious lack of time for, well, anything else. But I should hopefully be able to set aside a few minutes soon for some discussion of what's been happening in my world. For now, though, I'm riding a high born of Pittsburgh pride. Sometimes it's good being an empath.
(Yes, I know my icon is from the 2006 Super Bowl win. But I made it for that game, and it's only seen use once, so here it is again.)
After the game, (which pghkitten and I watched with her co-worker Russell and his girlfriend Simona), we drove as close as we were able to Pittsburgh's South Side, parked, and joined the happy, chaotic throng of revelers filling the street, waving Terrible Towels, cheering, flagrantly violating Pittsburgh's open-container laws, and generally proving that this town knows how to share in its home-team victories like no other. I lost count of how many high-fives I collected from total strangers- I did get two spinning hugs, got pulled into two or three spontaneous victory dances, and, in a surge of uncharacteristic masculine bravado, participated in two running chest bumps, one of which caused both myself and my co=bumper to go flying several feat and land flat on our backs in the middle of Carson Street. I somehow escaped injury, for which I blame adrenaline, and got pulled to my feet and clapped on the back by several other black-and-gold-clad revelers. All in all, it was really awesome way to celebrate a really exciting game, and now I'm deeply exhilarated. I sincerely doubt classes tomorrow are going to be very rough for me- half my students aren't going to make it in, and those that do will be too hung over to make much trouble.
More relevant postings to my life in general will hopefully come soon. For those unaware, I'm currently teaching 19 credits plus some noncredit assignments, including two new classes I've never taught before and am creating as I go along, hence a serious lack of time for, well, anything else. But I should hopefully be able to set aside a few minutes soon for some discussion of what's been happening in my world. For now, though, I'm riding a high born of Pittsburgh pride. Sometimes it's good being an empath.
(Yes, I know my icon is from the 2006 Super Bowl win. But I made it for that game, and it's only seen use once, so here it is again.)