I’ve been a Steelers fan ever since I can remember. There were the teams of the 70′s when my favorite players were Terry Bradshaw, Franco Harris and Jack Lambert. I loved those teams that won four Super Bowls. Our family at that time lived in Greenville, PA (an hour or so west of Pittsburgh). I remember we would “decorate” our house for Super Bowl just like we would for Christmas. My dad would buy my mom and grandma a “Black & Gold” corsage to wear to church before the big game. I guess it would be fair to say, I was born a Steelers fans.
The 80′s were hard as the Steelers glory days were over and my family moved to a suburb of Cleveland during Cardiac Kid Days, but my love never wavered.
The 90′s brought us back to the Super Bowl, but for the first time we didn’t win it. My support was still there, but just different as I made my way through college and entered the “real world.”
Today, my life is in Las Vegas, but I attend more Steelers games than I ever did when living in Pennsylvania. Today, I am a Steelers season ticket holder who lives in Las Vegas. Today, I probably own 10 Steelers jerseys and 25 T-shirts – I always need just own more. Today, I have been fortunate to attend Super Bowl XLIII and XLV. I witnessed an incredible last second win and a heartbreaking loss.
But do you know how I know it is true love? Earlier this month at the Titans game, my sister and I (aka Steelers super fans) won field passes and we were nervous. How could we be nervous? We live a charmed and sometimes unreal life as publicists in Las Vegas. We attend mega-resort grand openings, walk celebrities like Kim Kardashian down red carpets and work on events like Electric Daisy Carnival that attract crowds of over 200,000, but put us on the grass at Heinz Field steps away from our team and we get butterflies.
There is only one explanation and that is love…we love our Pittsburgh Steelers. It’s hard to explain, but the love of the sport, team, players and city is special. It’s a tradition, a way of life and something that brings us true happiness.
I still get butterflies watching “my team” run onto the field. I love this team and love how they make me feel win or lose. I think some people would call it a love affair.
Sister and I will be in Phoenix this weekend cheering on our boys…The Pittsburgh Steelers.