Go Time

Summer is over.

Baseball is not enough.

We need something bigger. And tonight, we finally get what we want.

It's the NFL. It's Steelers-Titans. And this week, it counts.

And now, folks, gaze upon the logo and, unless you're a citizen of the Pittsburgh Nation, cower in fear:


For the next 18 weeks, this is the logo to chase. Our Steelers are the defending Super Bowl champions. This is Sixburgh Football, going for the second ring for the second hand. We are the ones to beat. No sports writer outside of New England would dare rank the Patriots above the Steelers. Those that do shall be shown the errors of their ways.

Smash-mouth. In your face. Hard-hitting. Bone-crunching. Blue-collar. Blitzburgh.

Just three more hours, and the season begins. It's Football Season, kids! Grab your tortilla chips and salsa, because we're getting ready to go to war.

Let us sort-of pray:

Oh, made-up Gods of Sport and Competition, look down upon the Steeler nation with favor this night. Give our gladiators the strength, drive, and will to drive for the ball, find the open man, plug the hole, sack the quarterback, and otherwise maketh the most holy Big Play. Grant them favor when the zebra man throweth his tiny yellow flag, and give the replay official high-def picture and clarity of vision during challenges. In the name of the Lombardi, The Tomlin, and the Holy Bradshaw, rAmen.

Are you ready for some football? You'd best fucking believe I am!

Goin' Wherever It Leads

Fuck.

Them.

Patriots.

Thank you, New York Football Giants, the Super Bowl XLII Champions! Feels like a dream, really, to know that TFP are, indeed, mortal, and they will forever be the team that almost - ALMOST - went perfect.

Hope they trademarked 18-1...

To everyone in Boston and the surrounding areas: IT'S THE CEEEERSE OF THE MOONINIIIITES, FUCKAAAHS! Suck on that Chowder a one time. Flip out on a bunch of Lite Brites, will you? Well, No Super Bowl For You.

I've always had a soft spot for the underdog. Even though they were the favorites going into Super Bowl XL, the Steelers started the playoffs as the sixth seeded team, rattling off a spectacular run to the Lombardi Trophy. Tonight, though, the Giants were indeed underdogs, and holy shit, did I call it or what:

Plaxico Burress for the win.

Grades for this game: New York (Football) Giants - HAWSOME; New England Patriots - BIG FUCKING FAIL!!!

Carl is gonna have a FIELD DAY with this one...

Ventura Blvd.

Thumbs up. Way up.

Tom Petty et al said fuck that medly shit, and gave us straight rock and roll. Good deal. All the classics you'd expect (can't do Mary Jane, it's the damned Super Bowl for pity's sake), and hopefully, Running Down a Dream will get Eli, Plax, Michael and the boys fired up for some TFP domination in the second half.

I still bleed Black and Gold, but tonight, Blue and White ain't all bad. Besides, I am a Penn State fan, after all...

GO GIANTS!

No Perfect Season For You. Not Yours.

NO U CN'T HAZ Z LUMBRDY TROFEE.

Mary Jane's Last Dance (during a halftime show)

Halftime.

And holy shit, we have a game.

Looks like Them Fuckin' Patriots (TFPs) are human after all. Brady went down, twice, to Eli's once. Both Brady and Eli fumbled. And somehow, Michael Strahan and the Big Blue's defense has managed to keep TFPs in check for most of the half. Scoring came early, and then it became a dogfight.

On the bright side of things, I do have former Steeler Plaxico Burress to cheer for, but he hasn't really had any breakout plays yet. He's a playmaker, let there be no doubt.

Hopefully, halftime won't have any wardrobe malfunctions. With Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers on stage, if that happened, I'd be Running Down a Bottle of Eye Bleach...

BRADY GOES DOWN X2!!!eleventyone!!1

Fuck Yeah.

Yes, I'm watching the Super Bowl. Yes, I'm blogging during the Super Bowl (lame). Yes, I forgot to put up yesterday's Caturday post, I'll fix that later (probably to drown my sorrows). And yes, in lieu of my Steelers being in the big game, I have two things to say:

FUCK THEM PATRIOTS.

GO NEW YORK (FOOTBALL) GIANTS!!!

We now return you to your regularly scheduled Big Freakin' Game, over here...

... And Bradshaw (rock) adds a nice run as I ride out...