Guess where I was yesterday! Yeah, in the swamp watching a 1-8 team beat down the Steelers, who keep being improbably lumped in with the Pats & Indy (although a comparison to the overrated Colts is not really that far off base, is it?).
The tickets were an unexpected late-morning windfall from my boss, as everyone who got my HYSTERICAL!!! TEXT!!! MESSAGE!!! yesterday can attest to. Mr. Pink and I rushed out of the house with one too few pairs of socks on, I later found out, but fully decked out in our official Steelers gear and with the Terrible Towel tied to my Prada. (OMGz, is that the first time that phrase has ever been typed, I wonder?)
Being at the game was totes awesome, but the Jets fans, oy vey. I once knew this guy who was kind of a moron, and he was always going on about how Jets fans were horrific, slow-witted, thuggish meth-heads, as opposed to the educated, mannered, wine-sipping refinement of the typical Giants fan. Since I lived in New England at the time, I dismissed his remarks as somewhat mysterious team partisanship (since one is AFC and the other's NFC, why not root for both, NY people?) and, you know, like I said, the guy was an idiot, so whatevs.
But the scales have fallen from my eyes! Holy shit, Jets fans are nightmares! I was shocked -- shocked! -- at the behavior of the relatively few Jets fans in attendance. (Then there's that: WTF, why there were more Steelers fans present than Jets fans??) So I am feeling a titch bummed out that I have to hate the Jets now, on the merit of their icky fans, since I'd always been fond of them, I think because of that Brady Bunch episode with Joe Namath (who, like most football greats, including last night's game's honoree, Curtis Martin, is from the Pittsburgh metro).
Anyway. Photos after the jump!