Even though the Steelers lost Sunday, almost devastatingly to the Bengals (who now have sole possession – and my soul possession- of the AFC North division) I found myself comforted, if only slightly. I love Steelers games because I get texts and phone calls from all over the country. You see, in high school me and my friends would gather in JN’s basement and watch the games. Now she is in college in Maryland…texts me during the games. Another friend from the basement is in Seattle…texts me during the games. My brother is in school in Austin, TX and texts me about Mike Tomlin’s outfits on Sundays.
It’s as though I have all these people, my closest friends and family right next to me, gathered around in the basement all over again. It’s probably a reason I love the Steelers…if only a small reason. And I wouldn’t doubt other Pittsburghers share this feeling. It’s like no matter how far away the people you love are, it endures.
I can’t wait for Thanksgiving. I haven’t seen my brothers and parents all in one place since January. And I’m finally at the point where I want to.
1 week.
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