1. Game Day in Central Texas always brings up the same question: Bikinis or Legends? Those are our Steeler bar choices, and it’s an issue that always demands serious consideration. Bikinis Bar and Grill is considered by our sliver of the Steeler Nation to be the place to watch the game – the rowdiest fans show up there, and they have a whole faux living room area set up for the game. The wait staff consists of women in bikini tops, jeans shorts, and cowboy boots, and I think navel piercings and tattoos are part of the required costume as well, because they all have them. However, these aren’t the pert blondes that work at Hooters – these hollow-eyed gals probably got rejected by Hooters, then Twin Peaks, then Applebee’s, then Whataburger before they came to deliver surly, half-dressed service at Bikinis. Furthermore, the PF’s haven’t seen a winning game at Bikinis. But when we watch with the PF’s at Legends, a more sedate sports bar in a Holiday Inn in the ‘burbs, the boys always manage to win.
2. Last night was good. The Ben looked good. Every time our #1 rated defense looked like they had some Bengal rusher licked, then he somehow broke free and ran for 7 more yards, I flung invective at the projection TV screen, but I always apologized.
And how unbelievable was The Troy’s game-ending interception? Not the interception itself but that defiant run after – no one can get that man down. He’s a rock. As for TJ Houshmanzadeh (did I spell that right? Do I care?) who tried to pull The Troy down by his hair – you’ll get yours big guy. Just wait over there with Larry Johnson.
3. Speaking of The Troy: This is awesome. I can’t think of anyone more deserving to carry on The Mean Joe’s legacy of tear-jerking Super Bowl commercials. Wait, did I say tear-jerking? Just kidding, I don’t cry at commercials. Ha ha! Who would cry at a commercial?
I also love that if you scroll down, the Steelers Notebook has a brief report about Bengals WR Chad Ochowhatever, in which they call him by his actual, normal name. Keep fighting the power of stupid, Post-Gazette! Raise your hand if you can’t wait for Chad to get traded to another team who make him wear number 93 or something.