when the Jets walk into Heinz Field and a sea of yellow snot rags. You’ll feel that Big Ben and Mike Tomlin salt in your purple wounds all over again and so will I and yet we can’t turn away if we truly love football.
I’m going to watch the game Sunday night. And I’m going to root very, VERY hard for the Jets. And there won’t be more than 15 minutes all day when I won’t wonder what this Sunday would’ve represented for the city and our people had the Ravens won and the game been here under the bright lights. And the thought of leaving our stadium headed to the Super Bowl is something we can all taste.
It’s really a sad, dreary week in Baltimore.
We’re 0-7 vs. Pittsburgh. Find another community where THAT’S happened. It’s uncanny, unprecedented and really unbelievable. It’s the RoadRunner and Wil E. Coyote.
Right now the city of Pittsburgh isn’t just our civic Daddy – Pittsburgh is also our granddaddy, when you take it back to Roberto Clemente and Willie Stargell and Terry Bradshaw and Franco Harris.
In some ways, I’m glad the national media doesn’t talk about it to shame us further but that doesn’t mean that any Baltimore local doesn’t FEEL it every day of their lives.
We all work, live, play and eat with the cockroaches in black and gold with yellow snot rags. I promise you that if you leave your house today and spend a few hours on the streets and DON’T see some jackass rolling down Bel Air Road with a Steelers flag, bumper sticker, winter ballcap or Roethlisberger jersey attached, well consider yourself a rare breed — one of the lucky ones.
See if you can spend one day this week ANYWHERE in Baltimore without seeing those three diamonds – I dare ya – and you’ll see what I mean about the daily reminders. Hell, we might as well just annex freaking North Harford County, Ocean City and everything west of Frederick. Just it give it them like the kings used to give the British tiny islands just to appease them. Those areas are constantly infiltrated with these turncoat local clowns who support the Steelers. Hell, just walk through White Marsh Mall and see the stores and displays and you’d think this is Breezewood.
And this Baltimore inferiority complex and civic angst toward Pittsburgh should be by FAR the most visceral ugly sports feeling among anyone who has ever breathed in the land of pleasant living or lived on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay.
Yet, the geniuses in the local and national media – as well as the phonies in town who don’t internalize the pain
