You should a bit hesitant to judge someone who would accuse a Super Bowl quarterback. I've always liked you, but you need to put things in perspective. By the way, I am a woman, but I know that there are some nasty ones out there. Take it all with a grain of salt.
Like I said, I'm a big Steelers fan, but not a big Ben fan.
I do remember TAMPA -- Thursday, 3 p.m., Pittsburgh Steelers practice, University of South Florida: After a surprise deluge leaves players and staff drenched, 78-year-old owner Dan Rooney walks the sidelines with a towel for headgear, warding off the light rain that lingers. He looks, quite frankly, bizarre. "Hey, Mr. Rooney,'' calls out Hines Ward, with a mischievous smile, from 20 yards away. "You with the Taliban?''
Sunday, 3:20 p.m., Crowne Plaza Hotel East, Tampa: The Steelers walk to the final team bus for the 14-mile ride to the Super Bowl. Rooney is talking to a visitor of the hotel when nose tackle Casey Hampton walks by. "Old man!'' Hampton said, stopping to model his jeans, T-shirt and-Army-Navy-store-jacket outfit. "How's my suit?''
Sunday, 11:30 p.m., Raymond James Stadium, visitors locker room: Rooney, as he does after all games, win or lose, walks from locker to locker, thanking players for their play. He'll shake every hand. When he gets to defensive end Aaron Smith, he has to tap Smith to get his attention because he's got media at his locker. Smith sees Rooney, who sticks out his hand. Smith doesn't shake his hand. He hugs Rooney. "I'm happy you got your sixth, sir,'' Smith said. "I'm just happy I could be a part of giving you something you deserve so much. We're lucky to have you for an owner.''
"We're just a bunch of little boys, fooling around in the living room,'' Troy Polamalu said. "We're a team that's been built on tradition, on many people before us being close and forming tight bonds, all the way up to people like Jerome Bettis. Guys just love playing here. We have Mr. Rooney's cell number. We practice hard, we play hard, and we have a lot of fun doing it.''
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The Steelers define "loose.''
"We're brothers,'' said cornerback Ike Taylor. "We're closer than brothers. Sometimes, when I miss a play, I feel awful about it because I feel like I've not only let myself down, but I've let down the group, and we play for each other, so if I fail, we all fail. That's a big responsibility.''
This was the circle of Pittsburgh life Sunday: Hines Ward went to Santonio Holmes in the morning and told him, in essence, It might not be my day because of how my knee's feeling, and players become stars by excelling on days like Super Sunday. Ward knew the guy he'd taken under his wing was ready to fly. Holmes, when the game got very big in the final three minutes, went to Roethlisberger and told him, in essence: "I'm your guy, and I want to make the big plays today, and you can trust me.'' And Roethlisberger, being chased all over the place, believed Holmes and got him the ball four times on the biggest drive of their lives.
Ward gave it up to Holmes. Holmes let Roethlisberger know he's ready for the hot lights. Holmes proved it, catching the most acrobatic winning touchdown in crunch time in Super Bowl history. Afterward, I caught Ward crying. Unashamedly, unabashedly crying.
"I can't help it,'' he told me, walking through the tunnel from the field toward the interview room after the game. "I am just so happy right now.''
"You look like you're just leaving a funeral,'' I said.
"No,'' he said. "All the work I put in -- we put in -- paid off. I didn't know if I was going to be able to do anything out there because of my knee, and we did it. All of us. I am so proud of Santonio. So proud. It's a great thing about this team. It's such a team.''
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I do remember Frenchy Fuqua and his shoes (now you know how old I am). That was when I first became a fan.
I mean - it was about that time frame, not that Frenchy Fuqua made me a fan (he was too flashy), it was more about my high school boyfriend playing football and him teaching me the game, and my father being a Steeler fan.
But it was fun becoming a fan right around the time (or just before) that they got to be good.
You might have noticed that most of my blog is continuing series. Laura Bush's Diary. Tyler Perry's White House of Pain. Tales of Amy's/Kelly's Garden. Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend.
Which is very differnt from Ray Hanley syndrome which means you end up in a Lincoln Continental at the Vince Lombardi service stop with a girl with a little something extra.
I have a feeling I should be insulted....but since I don't have a clue what you are talking about, I'm not insulted.......it takes a lot to insult me...having a thick skin is a blessing.
Hey Trooper, I've been busy, but good manners require that I thank you for your kind post of what may be a retired Steelers cheerleader.
When my main residence was in Ohio I played Nerf football on my front lawn with a big gangly 12 year old neighbor kid, who grew up to be Big Ben. Nice kid, very large.
Latest report is that the alleged rape victim has a couple of bricks loose in her chimney, and sent a lot of weird emails around. Time will tell.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
23 comments:
Trooper York,
You should a bit hesitant to judge someone who would accuse a Super Bowl quarterback. I've always liked you, but you need to put things in perspective. By the way, I am a woman, but I know that there are some nasty ones out there. Take it all with a grain of salt.
Like I said, I'm a big Steelers fan, but not a big Ben fan.
Susan
I agree SJL. I am just messing around. Listen we had some of the biggest criminals on the Giants. LT was the biggest crack heads in the NFL.
And Frank Gifford married Kathie Lee. Man he should have got the death penalty for that.
I just think you should take both sides and what they have to say with a big jigger of salt.
If Mort were awake he would say that was racist.
Sometimes a sense of entitlement and a starrey eyed love of celebrity combined with a few drinks can end up really badly.
Just sayn'
Plus my jokes about Frenchy Fuqua's shoes are too old school for anyone to get nowadays.
I do remember TAMPA -- Thursday, 3 p.m., Pittsburgh Steelers practice, University of South Florida: After a surprise deluge leaves players and staff drenched, 78-year-old owner Dan Rooney walks the sidelines with a towel for headgear, warding off the light rain that lingers. He looks, quite frankly, bizarre. "Hey, Mr. Rooney,'' calls out Hines Ward, with a mischievous smile, from 20 yards away. "You with the Taliban?''
Sunday, 3:20 p.m., Crowne Plaza Hotel East, Tampa: The Steelers walk to the final team bus for the 14-mile ride to the Super Bowl. Rooney is talking to a visitor of the hotel when nose tackle Casey Hampton walks by. "Old man!'' Hampton said, stopping to model his jeans, T-shirt and-Army-Navy-store-jacket outfit. "How's my suit?''
Sunday, 11:30 p.m., Raymond James Stadium, visitors locker room: Rooney, as he does after all games, win or lose, walks from locker to locker, thanking players for their play. He'll shake every hand. When he gets to defensive end Aaron Smith, he has to tap Smith to get his attention because he's got media at his locker. Smith sees Rooney, who sticks out his hand. Smith doesn't shake his hand. He hugs Rooney. "I'm happy you got your sixth, sir,'' Smith said. "I'm just happy I could be a part of giving you something you deserve so much. We're lucky to have you for an owner.''
"We're just a bunch of little boys, fooling around in the living room,'' Troy Polamalu said. "We're a team that's been built on tradition, on many people before us being close and forming tight bonds, all the way up to people like Jerome Bettis. Guys just love playing here. We have Mr. Rooney's cell number. We practice hard, we play hard, and we have a lot of fun doing it.''
***
The Steelers define "loose.''
"We're brothers,'' said cornerback Ike Taylor. "We're closer than brothers. Sometimes, when I miss a play, I feel awful about it because I feel like I've not only let myself down, but I've let down the group, and we play for each other, so if I fail, we all fail. That's a big responsibility.''
This was the circle of Pittsburgh life Sunday: Hines Ward went to Santonio Holmes in the morning and told him, in essence, It might not be my day because of how my knee's feeling, and players become stars by excelling on days like Super Sunday. Ward knew the guy he'd taken under his wing was ready to fly. Holmes, when the game got very big in the final three minutes, went to Roethlisberger and told him, in essence: "I'm your guy, and I want to make the big plays today, and you can trust me.'' And Roethlisberger, being chased all over the place, believed Holmes and got him the ball four times on the biggest drive of their lives.
Ward gave it up to Holmes. Holmes let Roethlisberger know he's ready for the hot lights. Holmes proved it, catching the most acrobatic winning touchdown in crunch time in Super Bowl history. Afterward, I caught Ward crying. Unashamedly, unabashedly crying.
"I can't help it,'' he told me, walking through the tunnel from the field toward the interview room after the game. "I am just so happy right now.''
"You look like you're just leaving a funeral,'' I said.
"No,'' he said. "All the work I put in -- we put in -- paid off. I didn't know if I was going to be able to do anything out there because of my knee, and we did it. All of us. I am so proud of Santonio. So proud. It's a great thing about this team. It's such a team.''
*************************
I do remember Frenchy Fuqua and his shoes (now you know how old I am). That was when I first became a fan.
Well you are going to enjoy my new series.
I mean - it was about that time frame, not that Frenchy Fuqua made me a fan (he was too flashy), it was more about my high school boyfriend playing football and him teaching me the game, and my father being a Steeler fan.
But it was fun becoming a fan right around the time (or just before) that they got to be good.
Your new series?
Wait and see.
You might have noticed that most of my blog is continuing series. Laura Bush's Diary. Tyler Perry's White House of Pain. Tales of Amy's/Kelly's Garden. Diamonds are a Girls Best Friend.
I like to repeat myself.
Shall I post my pictures of Steelers training camp at St. Vincent College in Latrobe, PA?
What a beatiful place. The church is magnificant! Tile from Italy on the floor. One hundred years old.
Only the Green Bay Packers have been going to the same training camp longer than the Steelers.
Fire away. Is that the place where Terry Bradshaw married the ice skater what's her name.... Brian Boitano?
sorry, I misspelled beautiful. I'm sure everyone caught that.
The place is truly beautiful. Both in architecture and spirit. And in setting - the Laurel Highlands.
I am unsure what you are talking about regarding Bradshaw, but I think he may have married an ice skater, and I would bet it was a woman.
All I know for sure is that noone was better at moving the ball downfield after the 2 minute warning.
He took a lot of abuse in Pittsburgh for many years, but he proved himself.
And noone was pretty cool in Herman's Hermits.
Just sayn'
Like I said, I don't get you. Everyone tells me I am too literal. I refuse to be bought. If it's not straight, I don't buy it.
I have a friend like that. They tell me he has Bill Arnspager disease.
Which is very differnt from Ray Hanley syndrome which means you end up in a Lincoln Continental at the Vince Lombardi service stop with a girl with a little something extra.
I have a feeling I should be insulted....but since I don't have a clue what you are talking about, I'm not insulted.......it takes a lot to insult me...having a thick skin is a blessing.
Don't ever get insulted by anything you here at this joint.
We don't take anything seriously.
Well except for Giant's football.
Did I tell you lately that the Giants are going to win the Superbowl?
Hey Trooper, I've been busy, but good manners require that I thank you for your kind post of what may be a retired Steelers cheerleader.
When my main residence was in Ohio I played Nerf football on my front lawn with a big gangly 12 year old neighbor kid, who grew up to be Big Ben. Nice kid, very large.
Latest report is that the alleged rape victim has a couple of bricks loose in her chimney, and sent a lot of weird emails around. Time will tell.
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