Glad That's Over

Thankfully, the Steelers succumbed to the Jagoffs in yesterday’s game; now, with Pittsburgh out of the playoffs and the Christmas decorations stowed away, I can get on with my life and do good works that make the world a better place in the new year—instead of sitting on my ass, drinking beer, and rearranging the furniture in hopes of helping my team win even though it’s clearly an act of neurotic narcissism to think I could do anything to make a difference in how well the Black and Gold play.

I did though, have a few moments during which I thought it was going to turn out just fine; after Pittsburgh fell behind 28-10 at halftime, I broke out my homemade Primanti Brothers sandwiches—soft sourdough bread, buttered and toasted light, melted provolone and swiss cheeses, French fries, thousand island dressing, cole slaw, mayonnaise and mustard—so the boys came back and with the help of a couple or three Rolling Rocks, pulled ahead by one point.

Alas, victory was not to be, as Jacksonville, much as they did during the regular season game, marched down the field as time ran out and snatched away the game; I blame it on the offense, who failed to convert a third and six that would have allowed them to run out the clock—although maybe the fact that I made a bet that won, (given that the Steelers did cover the spread) had something to do with it.

So now, for the remainder of the season, football watching is a mere entertainment rather than a way of life and that’s got to be a good thing, all things considered. At the very least, it’s unbecoming for a man of my advanced years to get so wrapped up in something so totally inconsequential.

I’m glad the Seahawks won, though; now I can scoff at the locals who’ll be terribly exercised over next week’s game; meanwhile, I’ll be making the world a better place.