// Twas the Day of the Superbowl in the Pittsburgh City//
A friend of mine wrote this in honor of today…
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»»Twas the Day of the Superbowl in the Pittsburgh City««<
Twas the day of the superbowl, and all throughout the city,
Fans were preparing dishes that tasted oh so pretty…
The beer was chillin in the cooler with care
In hopes the superbowl start time was soon near
The children were nestled in their black and gold
While visions of school delays danced in their minds so bold
And Mamma in her shirt, made one last trip to the store
Cause Papa wanted seven sixpacks, not four!
When out in the store arose such a chatter
Beer cans and wine bottles made a clatter
Fans talked Seven rings, and the volume lifted
They knew the Black and Gold was certainly gifted.
In front of the cashier, fans stood waiting their turn
Hoping that the kilbalsea at home would not burn
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear
But more carts, filled with cases of beer
With the ring of the register and beep of the ATM,
Momma was soon on the road again
Driving more rapid then the Jets AFC loss
She was on a mission, and shouted, “This is for the Black and gold cause!”
“Now Ben! Now Troy! Now Aaron, and Tomlin
On, Hines! On James! On Clay, and Timmons.
To the top of the scoreboard! To the top of the game!
Now dash away! To the Superbowl! And bring home fame!”
As homes glowed black and gold
More people gathered inside out of the cold
Arriving to the neighbors party they flew
Ready to settle into an evening of good plays and good food
And then in a twinkling, they heard on the FM station
‘The Steeler Polka:’ the theme song for the Superbowl Nation.
Children jumped in the middle of the room, spinning around
And families danced to the welcoming sound.
Momma, draped in her Steeler coat, made one last stop at the store
For the Superbowl party, she needed more,
A bundle of groceries she had flung on her back
She looked like a Pittsburgher, with ethnic foods in her pack.
Dad’s eyes, oh how they twinkled, painted like footballs!
His cheeks were gold, just like everyone at the malls.
His big mouth was drawn up to look like heaven,
And his beard was painted with the stairway to seven.
The stump of a Rooney cigar held tight in his teeth
He cracked open a beer, getting ready for the heat
His face was round and red with anticipation
As this was a holiday in the Steeler nation
Dad was chubby and plump, quite happy with the day
And the kids they laughed when they saw he was so gay
With a wink of his eye, and twist of his gold hat
It gave them insight, Dad was a Pittsburgher n’at.
Mom spoke not a word, but went straight to work
Serving food, chilling cocktails, and giving the saucepan a jerk.
Simply put, outsiders, they don’t understand,
This is a way of life for Pittsburgh fans.
Now the stores were closed, and roads empty,
Everyone was settled into a Superbowl party.
They were sure they heard Rooney exclaim, as he sat in his box with delight,
“Happy Super Bowl my beloved city, and to yinz a victorious good-night.”
~Amy Philips

