As the Buccos approach a record-setting 17th consecutive losing season, you can console yourself with the fact that both the Steelers and Penguins are mere weeks away from beginning their respective title defenses. Of course, any sane person knows that the best part of Steelers season has nothing to do with winning SuperBowls or hanging out with friends on Sunday afternoons. It’s all about the Roethlisfurter and Polamalunesian. These two delectable dogs are only available during football season and are half-price the day after any Steelers victory. If I may be so bold, I believe they’re the very reason Pittsburgh has such a long standing love affair with its gridiron heroes.* Sadly, Franktuary offers no seasonal franks with a Penguin theme. If you...
Last night the band “Styx” played live music amidst fireworks after the “baseball” game at PNC Park. It was quite the spectacle. I put “Styx” in quotations because I know nothing about them other than that they’re very famous and they sing a song called “Mr. Roboto.” Oddly enough, they skipped over that one last night. I put “baseball” in quotations because, well, this is Pittsburgh. Oddly enough, the Pirates won.
So here I sit, having just returned from a “Buccos” game, and, believe it or not, our heroes won. I’m not sure I’ve ever witnessed that before. Since, deep down, I’m a Yankees fan that’s really not why I’m writing this post. Instead, I’m writing because tonight it occurred to me that the Pittsburgh Pirates were my host . For that matter, any time I attend any professional “sporting” event the home team is my “host.” So, shouldn’t the boys in the dugout clean the bathrooms as well as clean up the general debris left around the stadium after a game? I mean it is “their house” after all. I clean my house and its bathroom(s) after guest(s) are over. I suppose people in the...
Greetings to all. Today is November 6. On this day in 1928 Peter Matz was born in Pittsburgh, PA. In 1950 Branch Rickey signed a five-year contract to be GM of the Pittsburgh Pirates. And in 2006 I made this historic blog entry from 325 Oliver Avenue. Why is it historic? Well, ask yourself this. Why did the chicken cross the road? Make sense now? I didn’t think so.
Last night I was getting ready to play a hockey game, when a customer of mine walked into my locker room. It was pretty strange. Turns out he’s in the same league as me. Before I knew him only as “two veggie dogs with cheese, Dr. Pepper- no ice.” Now I know him as my opponent. He’s a nice guy. Since I’m a goalie maybe I should tell him that if he scores a hat trick against me he can have free veggie dogs for a week! I just got a side job handing out free newspapers before Pirates game. It sort of found me. I start tonight. Hopefully it goes well!