Did I ever mention that we are Steeler fans?

Ya know the Steelers…as in the awesomest member of the North Division of the American Football Conference in the National Football League located in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania?   

Because we are.

Big ones.

Big fat black & goldies. 

Last year, when they were playing in the Superbowl XLIII, my parents hosted a little party.  Quite possibly I could have screamed repeatedly “KILL THEM” in front of my parents church friends…and I quite possibly hit my boyfriend in the face with my terrible towel…repeatedly….and quite possibly there was two big screen televisions set up for the event…

And quite possibly, we are cheesy enough to take family photos while proudly standing in front of two televisions…

Yes.  That’s all a possibility. 

But the sure-fire-without-a-doubt-thing about us is that we are fans.  In fact, I even converted Jeremy.  You see, it’s in my blood.  My parents were born & raised & fell in love in a little town south of Pittsburgh.  My grandparents still live there in fact.  My Pappap sometimes doesn’t remember my boyfriend’s first (or last) name but he can spell “Roethlisberger” with perfection.  

But the funny thing is, my dear Pappap hasn’t ever been to a game to see them play.  That all changed in November.  My Uncle (who works for the Steelers) got us tickets to go see the Steelers play the Bengals.  My dad, my boyfriend & I drove up and piled into my dad’s truck with my Uncle & my Pappap.

I got the front seat because of my current ‘condition’.  But I think that the boys didn’t mind…afterall, they were going to a game.       

I was so excited that I started taking pictures of everything…including the Liberty Tunnels. 

Let’s not ask why.  It’s just a weird thing I do whenever I get excited.

And after a quick walk, I caught a glimpse of the beautiful stadium. 

It was amazing.  Like for a moment…I forgot all about bacon & my boyfriend…and just drooled. 

It was THAT amazing.

We stopped for the required Heinz Field photo.

And we got our group shot in the stands.

But really what I wanted to show you was this:

My dear Pappap had this look on his face for the entire time. 

It was a look of bewilderment.  of shock.  of awe.

And it was because of this:

and this:

It was because of the sheer number of people there.  All cheering.  All encouraging.   All part of a Steeler Nation. 

The sound, the sights, the sole purpose of what brought these thousands of people together.  I must admit it took my breath away too.  It kinda reminded me of what heaven is gonna be like.  Seriously.

My favorite part besides seeing my Pappap’s face was seeing this:

That’s right.  It was Troy.

As in Troy Polamalu. 

As in the Tazmanian Devil.  As in the Flying Hawaiian.  As in the Samoan Headhunter.  

We heart Troy with all our hearts. 

He’s our favorite Steeler.  Here’s why we heart him.  And now I officially have another wishlist item:

Troy…if you are reading this, you can be our friend anytime.  We love your commercials.  And also, Jeremy would like a lock of your hair.  I would settle for just brushing it 🙂

So anyone else out there a member of Steeler Nation?  Or maybe you are a fan of a different team?  Let’s see what colors you peeps sport come football season…and…in the spirit of the upcoming Superbowl…who are thinking is gonna play in the big game?…Colts, Jets, Vikings, Saints?  Personally I’d like to see the Colts play the Vikings.  There is just something about Peyton & Favre…they aren’t Troy, mind you…but I think that Jeremy would consider trading me for a cell number.  I can’t say I blame him 🙂