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Friday, August 29, 2008

Stillers n@

So last night was a fun game at Heinz field (yes, the ketchup people). This was my first game there, and I must say, we had some damn good seats thanks to my b.i.l. who decided not to invite his family and instead took me and my dad.

Rather than tell you about my evening, I figured I'd show you.

WTF man? I like the Steelers and all, but that's just stoopid.

Our seats were too good to be obstructed by an overzealous tart with a camera...SIT THE F*CK DOWN, BITCH!

Pittgirl would hurl, but I'd like to be stuck between that Skippy-berger Sandwich...mmmm

The Steelers make their official entrance...and this guy was overwhelmed by the spirit to do the boot-scoot boogie...

Mr. Carter was overwhelmed by the spirit of the Troy and did his own version of River Dance.

For a while there, it didn't look too promising for us fans.

But Skippy nailed a few field goals and took our attention away from the rain.

MY husband, Danny, got an award at half-time to prove what a great imaginary-husband he's been to me.

Things got a little rough in the last half, and even The Bus couldn't look.

But the night fell upon the city, and the steel curtain fell upon the Panthers. Skippy won us the game.

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2 Comments:

At 8/30/2008 3:06 AM, Blogger naechstehaltestelle's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I thought you had deleted your blog or made it completely password protected, and I weeped a little bit.

 
At 8/30/2008 3:08 AM, Blogger naechstehaltestelle's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

I also wept...

 

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