I always feel a bit sad when I write posts that look negatively on things happening in Pittsburgh, such as that tuition tax post about that tuition tax that is making me feel STABBITY STABBITY STABBITY toward Grant Street, and believe you me, my anger and your anger is completely justified.
Anger is good. It’s a change agent. And that’s what Pittsburgh needs — people recognizing the worth behind the faults. Loving the city enough to want to stick around and fix what got broken. Loving the good while boldly questioning the STABBITY STABBITY STABBITY bad.
So, as a reminder of what we’re fighting for, we’re fighting for a city FILLED with people like this. And I’m going to reprint this in its entirety because I really want you to read it. Dear PG, don’t make me take this down just yet. Remember, I’m your ambassador, too.
I’m a college student, and I’ve been a die-hard Penguins fan since I attended my first game in the early 1990s with my uncle, and have followed the team every year. I don my Crosby jersey on game day and was one of the many in attendance at the parade this summer.
I was lucky enough to score tickets to a Friday night Florida Panthers game from a work colleague. I couldn’t wait to surprise my boyfriend (another huge Pens fan) with this great “date.”
We took our seats in Section E and waited anxiously for the game to begin. I decided to ease the wait with a trip to the concession stand for some snacks, as we hadn’t eaten dinner yet.
Coming back with two beers, a pretzel and nachos, I realized it was almost game time. Walking down the steps to our seats, I slipped and fell, spilling my tray and covering myself in beer, mustard and nacho cheese.
Immediately, two men stepped out of their seats to help me. One made sure that I wasn’t hurt (I was just embarrassed) and the other gentleman went to alert an usher of the spill.
As I sat up, using my few napkins to wipe myself off, I saw the layer of mustard and cheese covering my precious jersey and was on the verge of tears. My jersey was a prized possession, and cost almost a whole paycheck.
I returned to my seat to watch the game. Just moments later, we were interrupted by an older gentleman holding a tray of nachos, a pretzel and two beers. He handed them to us, telling us that he just wanted us to enjoy the game.
He also handed me a white shopping bag. Inside was a Sidney Crosby jersey, just like the one I was wearing. He told me that since my jersey had most likely been ruined by the stains, and was soaked with beer, that I should have a new one.
He refused to let me give him any money and wouldn’t even give me his name. He told me that I reminded him of his daughter and that it was his pleasure to help a fellow Pens fan.
I was touched beyond words by his generosity. My boyfriend and I thoroughly enjoyed the game, which ended with the Penguins winning in a shootout, but the real takeaway of the evening was the kind and generous spirit of our fellow fans. Although memories of the Stanley Cup finals make me smile, nothing meant more than the kindness I was shown by my fellow Pittsburghers.
That man is the next Awesome Burgher and his big giant hug is in the mail.
So yes, fight with me, Burghers, and rail against that which we hate, but don’t let it blind you to that which we have always loved about Pittsburgh. It’s home and we’re not going to let any dumb-butt tax-happy politicians scare us away.
(h/t to two readers whose emails have already been sucked into the abyss that is my inbox.)