What A Great Time!

Here we are, the long cold football winter has come to an end with a BANG.

There I was a few weeks ago, having suffered an equally long, and boring, winter in Wyoming, wondering if I would soon find myself at the local convenience store with a gun for some light shooting. I was crazed with the dismal weather and the lack of good football input.

Sure there was some, just a little, speculation about the draft to keep me going. But, Iupoti-Pouncey-Wilson, Iupoti-Pouncey-Wilson, Iupoti-Pouncy-Wilson, Iupoti-Pouncy-Wilson, threatened to cause a stroke when repeated enough times (I almost had one just now). More than one person commented on my drooling at this point. Sanity was Iupoti-Pouncey-Wilson-Williams. I was that close.

Then, the perfect stimulis, Big Ben. This news was welcomed like a sharp stick in the eye. No, I mean it, it made me stop cleaning my gun, wipe the drool from my face and pay attention. Whatever side you came down on, football was back in the spotlight. Sure, it was the less than optimum sex, scandal, accusation, counter-accusation type, but then, some of us were hanging on by a thread.

Sometime along the way, Santonio knew, KNEW!, there were fans out there like me. So, he got together with the kids in Foreman's basement and did some brainstorming. They all settled on some provocative tweeting. Unfortunately, there was a drug test the next day. Santonio was traded for a fifth round pick, two cartons of cigarettes and a warm six pack of I.C. Lite. At this point I started showering again.

And BTSC lit up like a Christmas tree. Every morning I awoke with anticipation for what would be under that tree. Opinions were fired back and forth like watermelon seeds in a kindergarten. I put my two cents in (More like a dollar and two cents). Color started to come back into the world.

We learned something about Hi5. He lurks around every corner. You just know that if you were at a road game, say in Oakland, and you were all alone and being hassled by a group of Raiders, and Hi5 was walking by, he would be there for you. Although I don't know what he looks like, I can just picture a faceless guy charging the crowd, his battle cry: STEEELEERS!, as he launches himself like a bowling ball at some Raiders pins.

Remember, I'm recovering.

And now the Hi5 scandal. That's right. It's true. A picture has surfaced showing that Hi5 contributed to the corruption of a small dog with tobacco. The proof is there, it is undeniable. Authorities are investigating. The Rooneys have no comment at this point. Blitz couldn't be reached either. Oh...Hi5...

Thanks!

I for one will stand by him though. He deserves nothing less.

And finally, the sun has come out in Wyoming, the snow has melted, the draft is tomorrow and that cop has stopped following me around town. I sit at my desk, showered, shaved, hair combed, teeth brushed.

I am a Steelers fan.

Go Steelers!