Watching this season of Steelers football slip quietly into the annals of “Embarrasing Shit that has Happened to the City of Pittsburgh,” the PittGirl family was the quietest it has ever been during a Steelers game, mostly because we weren’t watching football much.
The ladies gave up during halftime and gathered in the kitchen to drink wine, while the men stayed in the living room gazing up at the big TV hanging on the wall, verbally bashing the Steelers, but secretly thinking they still might eke out a win.
The only time a cheer, a clap, or a “yahoo” was heard was when Charlie Batch jogged onto the field with a look in his eye that he was ready to put his heart out there. The biggest boo was then heard when the resident expert lip reader (that would be PittGirl) let everyone know that while sitting on the bench with Charlie, Ben reassured Charlie that despite the vicious hit, “I’m fine. I’m fine. I feel good.”
Poor Ben. He got thrown around like a horse in the mouth of Joey Porter’s dogs.
And Hines Ward wasn’t smiling much, and I’m pretty sure during the end of the game he was looking like he was going to cry.
Mr. I Shit Sunshine is sure constipated right now.
I don’t even feel sorry for the Steelers, nor am I mad at the hated Ravens. We played with no heart.
Troy’s hurt. Everybody is mad at everybody else on the team. We have no hope for this season. But never fear. Sunny happy PittGirl always looks on the bright side of things and finds some positivity in the worst of times: How ’bout that sunny warm weather this weekend?!?! Awesome!