I'm totally exhausted. I don't know that it's hit me yet. Give Seattle credit, they kicked our butts the first quarter but could only get 3 points. This time we got the calls, although the Jackson pushoff was just that, and the Locklear did have his arm wrapped around Haggans. I thought Big Ben broke the plane before he got hit, but that was a call that could've gone either way. I'm sure Seahawk fans are plenty pissed off, and I don't blame them.
But I think the better team won, even if we didn't play our best game. The smashmouth Steelers came up with two incredible, game-breaking plays to, uh, break the game open. We won ugly, but the only word that matter is "won".
I'm sorry, I'm beat. I did drink the lucky Yuengling, I watched the first half with my shoes off (fool, fool!) but put them on in time for Parker's run. I'm just so happy for Cowher, and Bettis, and Dan Rooney, and for everyone here in Pittsburgh and beyond who bleeds Black and Gold.
Some minor rioting in Pittsburgh, a few fires, some arrestes, police in riot gear walking around. Parade on Tuesday, and I will be there. I will no doubt be posting more about this in the next few days, weeks, years, until you're all sick to death of it and remove me from your subscription lists.
We won the Super Bowl.