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« on: Jan 15, 2013 at 09:13 »

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« Reply #1 on: Jan 15, 2013 at 09:57 »

To this day that game remains my all-time favorite.
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« Reply #2 on: Jan 15, 2013 at 10:00 »

To this day that game remains my all-time favorite.

I can't watch the fumble and the tackle without having the defibrillator charged up.  Even now.

Still mighty fond of the Bears game that same year, sort of the beginning of the run.  Snow coming down, nice fire in the Wake fireplace, Bettis clearly on the way out but has enough of the old magic to truck Urlacher en route to the end zone.
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« Reply #3 on: Jan 15, 2013 at 12:58 »

always wondered if Harper was slowed because his girlfriend stabbed him in the knee with a knife the night before.  More proof that it was just Bettis' year.

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« Reply #4 on: Jan 15, 2013 at 14:27 »

always wondered if Harper was slowed because his girlfriend stabbed him in the knee with a knife the night before.  More proof that it was just Bettis' year.

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Hats off to Roy Nick Harper's girlfriend.
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« Reply #5 on: Jan 15, 2013 at 15:35 »


Hats off to Roy Nick Harper's girlfriend.


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« Reply #6 on: Jan 15, 2013 at 15:38 »


Hats off to Roy Nick Harper's girlfriend.


Aka Misty Mountain-Hop.

Ben got Trampled Under Foot anyways.
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« Reply #7 on: Jan 16, 2013 at 07:56 »

Had this old post saved in my email. It's about a game trip. 7 years ago. Wow. And sorry for all the typos.



This is one of the greatest threads I've ever seen.

If you don't already know, I was fortunate enough to make the trip to Indy. Sat in section 319 (the upper level, near the goal line in the end of the missed FG). It was easily the best game I had ever seen. Took years off of my life but it was a blast.

Spent Saturday afternoon driving all over Pittsburgh in an attempt to locate and purchase a Bettis road jersey. Strangely, nobody freakin had one in the half-dozen shops where I stopped so I had to settle for the black home edition. Got home in time to pack and get going. Got on the plane and flew out at 6:10 Sat night.

Before I even got into Indy and realized I had left my gold Steelers hat somewhere in the airport bar back in Pittsburgh International. Whatever. Get out of the plane and crack on all the small-time locals who had anything to say about our groups blatant black-and-gold affiliation. Left the airport and waited for a cab in some cold ass weather. Got in the cab, drove one mile to the hotel we were staying in, and pulled up in front right behind the complimentary hotel/airport shuttle. Things are not starting out well.

Check into the hotel and everything is copasetic (despite me booking everything online and bleary-eyed one night last week). Dude at the front desk tells us that Seattle won easy. We drop our shit off in the room (which is nice as hell) and immediately head out for downtown Indy in the cab we left waiting out front.

Short drive to downtown. We check out some place called the Rock Bottom Brewery. Its a nice looking place featuring in-house brewed beers and an overflow crowd of folks sharply dressed in their Saturday night downtown gear. The wait staff is all in Colts jersey except for some sister in what looked like a beat-up old-school Niners Rice jersey. My boy Rob swears it's a Brandon Stokley high school jersey. "Not a throwback. He wore that in games". Funny stuff. We settle in as the Broncs-Patsies are kicking off. Watch a highly-boring first quarter and bounce outta there second-guesssing some goalline playcalls by Shanahan. We proceed to the next bar and are greeted by a couple groups of folks on the good side. One guy is all fired up and tells us to swing by Buffalo Wild Wings and that "it's all Steeler fans in there!". We're pysched but I suspect that'll be the case at the joint we're already headed to.

Stop at Champps Sports Bar a few blocks away from the first place. It's FILLED with Steeler fans. Chants of "Here We Go Steelers" break out every few minutes. Hell, I bought a beer for Chet Furman (conditioning coach from back when I was there) and some dude he was there with. We meet up with my other friends who made the drive up earlier Saturday. Had a couple of draft beers (we acted dumbfounded when they said they didn't carry Iron City Light) as the Broncos begin to open things up on New England. We're all watching intently as the refs are reviewing the Bailey INT return. I am fucking amazed by the hit Watson made. Someone else describes it as "Typical New England bullshit". We're working on a nice buzz and hitting on any even borderline honeys. "SHE'S a Steelers fan!" which eventually evolves into "Oh you're a Colts fan then? You like horses? 'Cause I'm in the club...if ya know what I mean"(while flaunting my zipper). Great time. But yeah Denver wins, fans of both teams rejoice and we head outta there.

I have some bets to square up from the Nov. 28 game so the two people I'm travelling with join me towards a place called....shit, can't remember the name...can't even remember where it is. My buddy uses his mental memory skills and finds the place mere seconds before I flip out with a final "You don't know where the fuck we are going!!!". It's a smaller traditional bar with a laid-back younger crowd called Coaches. Nobody I recognize is in there, which is actually ok since we lost last time. And big. Whereas I was talking us up last time. And big. We settle in at the far end of the bar and take in some of the opinions from "drunk idiot" Colts fans and some VERY shitty live music. No kinds of problems though. Every person we saw in the town was treated to things like "You really think the Colts gotta chance tomorrow?!?!" or "The Steelers will blow them out" and the still regrettable "The Colts' chances are about as good as Dungy's son were". Fucked up, but hey those are the things my friends are known to say. Somebody tells me a story that Harper from the Colts got stabbed in the knee tonight. They just heard it from someone who heard it from someone else. Oh, it was perpetrated by his wife. I tell them they’re on drugs and I wasn‘t born yesterday and as far as I can remember I wasn‘t on drugs yesterday. The crowd thins out as we get towards last call. Some bartender chick (shorter, long curly brown hair, sweet bod) named Amanda invites us to come back before the game because theyre opening early and she will appreciate the company. "I'm buying the first round of shots". Whatever. I am told that you can't buy carry-out six-packs in Indiana. I already know that cases and liquor isnt sold there on Sundays so I tell the bartender to score me a sixer on the low-down. At least I intended to (wasted=loud). Some big-boned broad tells us that they DO carry Iron City there "it's down the stairs and back against the wall" so we're psyched. They hook us up with a couple of six-packs and we're supplied for tomorrow's pregame. We get in a cab and head "home" for the night.

Sunday comes around and I wake up with a nice little hangover. That’s fine…we’ve got a fucking game to win. I get out of bed, pick out the game clothes, hop in the shower (which is set to the standard “hotel shower” level which can best be describes and barely fucking dripping) and get set up. I am ready and downstairs at approximately 10:04 AM. Breakfast closes at 10. Bastards. My cronies go swindle some muffins or apples or whatever was left out. I walk across the street to a gas station and have a balanced breakfast of a bag of cheddar cheese Combos, a Marlboro (I don’t even smoke) and one of those aforementioned Irons. Cab pulls up and we’re on our way downtown. LETS GO. LETS….GO! LETS FUCKIN GO!

We get dropped off just up the street from the Dome. As we’re walking towards the stadium I buy a program thing from some kids to benefit their school. ‘Tis a clear plastic bag with a Go Colts plackard, a newspaper section and colored beads. I tell them I just want the paper until they give me one with black and white beads. Even those little bastards’ capitalistic genius kicks in when the Steelers are in town. We get to the corner of the road and there is a group of about 20-some Steelers fans up in the faces of about another 50 Colts fans and they are a-yappin’. “Come play football outside. This is football weather.” Etc etc. Don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything like that. We walk up and down the road looking for this courtyard that my buddies are setting up a tailgate in. The best landmark they can come up with is that they’re near a parking garage (the street is filled with ‘em). We are led back across the street one time by a cop riding a horse. The horse is branded on the hindquarters( hip? horses got hips?!?) with a blue “Go Colts” message. We tell the cop we’ll be informing PETA of his egregious abuse. My buddy goes so far as to pet the horse with a sarcastic “I know you don’t know any better, buddy. You are forgiven”. We finally find those dummies and they’re right across the street from the dome and about 10 feet from where are search began.

We set up shop right in the middle of this courtyard and begin cracking a few brews. Soon a crowd begins to form. The Steelers Nation representing. People just flock over and we’ve got a pretty sweet tailgate going on before long. Hell we even had some bum (sporting camouflage fatigues and spouting that he just came from work) come kick it with us. We give him a beer and begin referring to him as “Pinky”. My buddy Brad welcomes him aboard and keeps askin “Hows that Pittsburgh ’shine, Pinky?” Somebody gets the idea to sacrifice their Terrible Towel and we adhere it to the clips on one of the giant flagpoles and hoist that motherfucker on up there. The Steeler fans are going nuts. The Colts fans are not as pleased. Channel 8 News comes over and wants to know who raised the flag on enemy grounds. Those wiseasses all point me out like “Go ahead, Joycee” like I’m the freakin spokesman. I just say we’re here to have a good time. Strongly indicate that this thing happens everywhere we go. Finally I make a prediction of the Steelers in a close game (before kicking myself for not channeling a Dr. J call of 66-0).

We head inside. Things are about to get serious. The PA announcer, as some have already mentioned, instigates (and in a really gay tone) with the question “Indy Colts fans…are you piped in or are you real?”. The place is pretty damn loud at this point. The Colts’ lineup entrance again features some cheap pyrotechnics and some loser leading them out on a Harley. Doesn’t seem as loud as last time but that may be because I was sort of anticipating it. Kickoff nears and all the Dolt fans are waving their white towels that the stadium staff provided. In a truly indescribable, amazing and spontaneous thing, all the Steez fans in attendance stop twirling their towels (only competing with the white ones, tough to make them out from each other) and hold them up over our heads as if to say “These are the real deals”. It was an awesome show of unity and I suspect you‘d really have to have experienced it to appreciate it fully.

Their kickoff specialist (who sucks) pins us back on like the 16 or so to begin the first drive. We all know what happens. We march on their sorry asses despite extremely loud, nerve-testing conditions. People are getting more quiet with each of the first downs and I am mocking them like “Wow I can barely hear. I’m going deaf. Loudest stadium ever”. Randle El over the middle. Bang. We’re going nuts.

Colts go three-and-out and you can feel the doubt beginning to creep in when we score again. I am getting phone calls and texts and I am purposely ignoring all of it and making a conscious effort to remain level-headed. Didn’t want the Colts offense to get on track and have to endure the inevitable retribution taunts from the big crowd.

One of the best moments came during a commercial break timeout in the first half. It’s 14-0 Pittsburgh. The Indy faithful are still kinda stunned with our quick start and they’re sitting quietly while the ridiculously loud sound-system blares that “Jump Around” song. I’m kinda pumped so we (my two friends and I…plus the three people to our right in black and gold) begin jumping up and down and gleefully crashing into each other (ripped off from the U of Wisconsin kids). 90% of the crowd is seated at this time and my group makes that weird long-distance eye contact thing when you find somebody in a stadium (or whatever) and I locate the other group of friends of mine who were back in the end zone seats and we give each other the towel-waving salutes as we jump around like lunatics. Again….sorta had to be there.

Most of the emotions that I experienced are the same ones you guys have all mentioned. Random thoughts…

I was thrilled to see Manning struggle to do some of his at-the-line audibles (craning his considerably long neck in close so the line could hear) and even do the famous “quiet please” motion once or twice. I still cant talk but it was worth it.

The Colts fans in my section were such fucking babies. Whining about shit instead of recognizing that LeBeau had an amazing gameplan and that the defense was flying around out there.

The pass to Randle El (second quarter) I stood up like “HE’S OPEN!!!!” with the ball halfway to him only to have Jackson jump on his back and hold him up. Terrible no-call that could have been an early back-breaker. We go in and score there and it’s 21-0 and Manning probably openly weeps. Several Colts fans admitted that was a terribly egregious lack of judgment by the back judge.

Bettis getting going was my favorite part of the game. I honestly love the guy. I was imitating the move he does over and over where he gets up after a play all fired up and shaking his unclenched hands. I happened to be finishing a beer just as we got close on his TD drive. He “SENDS IT IN!!” and I proceed to spike my plastic cup on the floor to the dismay of the gravely-disappointed equine enthusiasts.

From my vantage point I had no idea if Jerome was picking up anything on the too-close-to-call fourth-and-one plays. I was hesitant to celebrate anything until I saw the ref signally a first down. I was a nervous wreck. It seemed like 4 or 5 minutes would go by before they’d even make the decision to measure the thing. I felt like they were stalling and killing our momentum for a stretch there.

Half of that fucking stadium left whenever Troy made the pick. I swear. It took another hour or two to make a damn decision on that and we all know how it turned out. People cheer. Thousands of folks come storming back in.

Whenever we came through on that fourth-down sack by Porter I began jumping up and down again and hugging people with the famous Barry Switzer inspired “We did it. Wediddit” talk.

For whatever freaking reason I made an aloud observation that we just had to take care of the ball and fall into that paint. Bussy coughs it up. I can see Ben carrying out his fake and going up the field. I am staring on in disbelief hoping that Bettis was down or a whistle had blown (which I knew didn’t happen) and my main hope was that Roethlisberger could get in the way of the returner and draw a clip or something because I could see that he was our last hope. Ben, of course, makes the big play and we go on defense. The stadium sound system plays that ridiculous horn noise and music is blaring. People come running back in again wondering what happened. It was the loudest noises I had ever heard. Absolutely insane.

I was NOT panicking however. I was just keeping my eye on the clock and the TO situation. Hoping we could get through for another key sack and force them to attempt a FG. Im doing the math in my head at world-class speed figuring out how far the kick attempt was gonna be. Well until that ball got put up in the end zone for Wayne…I almost passed out, I swear…I could see B-Mac was right there and I was hoping he would catch it and be an instant postseason legend….then I saw Wayne jump up and look to pull the ball in….then I think I had four heart-attacks and a stroke…then they went into the corner and I had no idea what was even happening until I saw the ref waving it incomplete. I was scared there. Then the third down play goes incomplete and the Colts fans were bitching about Edge not getting the ball. Pleading for an answer as to why they didn’t just run up the middle for an easy first down. “I’ll give you 98 reasons” somebody said in reference to Big Snacks Casey Hampton.

Vanderjagt comes out for the kick. I remember how badly I hate the guy. I say the complete novena a world-record 34 times in 30 seconds and then add “If anybody ever deserved a miss…it’s us right NOW”. I was hoping for a bad snap and all that and I could see that Snow got it there but that the holder had to spin the ball some…then, being seated like right on the goal line, I could see that the kick had the distance. I knew though from the reactions of delirious Steelers fans and a small groan from the Colts fans that he had shanked it. I had no idea he missed it so badly until I saw the replays that night.

Tremendous night though. It was an absolute treat to see those guys celebrating. Got so many chills just seeing how bad those guys wanted it and seeing their genuine appreciation as they ran off the field. People were exiting toward the tunnel and celebrating and looking right up at us. Great stuff. Could see like 140 media type people all around Jerome as he was slowly walking off the field. The best (and most near-Vermeil moment) was when Roethlisberger came sprinting towards the tunnel with the game ball in his hand and pointing up towards the sky.

Upon exiting the stadium I started answering a couple phone calls and could barely hear any conversation. Since we waited around for a while after the game we were exciting with masses of Steelers fans and people kept leading chants and all sorts of celebration. Absolutely one of the greatest days of my life.
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« Reply #8 on: Jan 17, 2013 at 12:18 »

Great stuff.  I miss the y2j rant.
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« Reply #9 on: Jan 18, 2013 at 12:07 »

Unfortunately, there hasn't been much to rant about lately.    Angry


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