Her interest in the Steelers can be boiled down to getting to wear a shirt with big numbers on it. She isn't really clear on the game concept yet. She "played cars" rather than sitting on daddy's lap to watch the game. I don't think the game came up in our conversation this morning, which focused more on the pink boots / purple shoes discussion.
She did like the "Steelers are going to the Super Bowl" endless loop in front of the cheese shop there. Every time the song ended she would say "uh oh, here it comes again" and then dance around squealing and screeching with her pal there. I think we did that for about 20 minutes.
I missed most of it and didn't have a rooting interest since Cali wasn't represented (even when the hated Raiders make it, I root for the other team), but I'm glad the Steelers won.
I have fond memories of the Bradshaw/Harris/Swann/Stallworth dynasty, relatively unsullied by Terry's subsequent career playing the country yokel on television. Memories of when it was still a championship game and not a half-assed national holiday which generates more news coverage of how much consumers spent on pizza and what corporations paid for 60 second ad spots than the game itself.
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