They’re called the Steeler Nation for a reason. Who are these people? They invade far away cities on game day and frequently outnumber the home town crowd. And if their boys are winning big, they’re the last to leave. They twirl Terrible Towels and chant “Here we go Steelers, here we go!”
It’s a nation of fans, many are from Pittsburgh but the allure long ago transcended geography. Steeler Nation is everywhere.
One can find Steelers bumper stickers in Dallas, Texas. A terrible towel once topped a flag pole outside the Indianapolis Colts’ stadium and Steeler bars can be found in enemy territory from Baltimore to Oakland.
A few years ago my number came up for jury duty, night court the following Tuesday. We potential jurors chatted at a conference table while the judge prepared. After several minutes, the judge entered and informed us that the prosecuting attorney was out of town. He attended the Monday Night Football game in Pittsburgh the previous evening and his return flight was cancelled due to snow. We were released, duty fulfilled.
And while my membership in Steeler Nation had no effect on this wonderful confluence of events, I smiled.