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My latest column is now online at Pittsburgh Magazine’s site, this one about whether the word “yinzer” is a positive descriptor, as The Duke of Fug and the Earl of Gross seems to think it is, or if it is a negative descriptor, as I think it is.
A snippet, about Bill Cowher:
I hated that he was leaving Pittsburgh. I prefer that my sports heroes stick around—atrocious sweaters and all. But with that one word, it felt OK. Yinz. He wasn’t going to forget his hometown of Pittsburgh. He wasn’t going to change or stand sobbing in a shower in North Carolina, trying desperately to scrub the ’Burgher off himself. He was and would remain one of us.
Have a read and then be sure to read the now-standard comments about how I have a country view of things, about how I live in Westmoreland County, and about how I jumped the shark.
On the blog over there, I wrote about what didn’t make the column due to space issues.
A snippet of that:
I contacted the owner of Yappin’ Yinzers, Alex Kozak, to find out what he thought about the word “Yinzer,” as his dolls, named Nebby Debbie and Chipped Ham Sam, are outfitted with jorts, mall-bangs, mullets, and halter-top mesh, and say things like, “Jeet jet?”
Go read his answer. It’s great.
Next month: my three-hour stint with a local volunteer fire department and how ridiculously heavy the Jaws of Life machine is.