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Pittsburgh dances with destiny in Detroit
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Posted on Feb 10 2006
I don’t know why people always preface the statement ‘I told you so,” with “I hate to say…” because I am happy to relay that I told you that the Pittsburgh Steelers would beat the Seattle Seahawks in Super Bowl XL during the National Football League’s championship game in balmy Detroit, Michigan over the weekend, 21-10.
Even better was that I picked Ben Roethlisberger and the Steel City boys to prevail by 10 points in the spectacle—eh, what’s one point extra anyway? It would be enough to get me on stage with Bob Barker on The Price is Right, so it’s good enough for the NFL, too.
Despite my powers of prognostication, the true test of telepathy was cast upon our local gridiron gurus as Will Hunter, John Blanco, Rich Brooks, the Lil’ Mahi, and Jon Cramer selected their favorites in Miller Lite’s Pigskin Picks.
All lovers of the NFC felt a lump in their throats when the referees called Roethlisberger’s scramble a plane-breaking score, and sank further into their seats when Seattle was called for offensive pass interference—yes, really.
Two local fans who were among the tragically misled were Blanco and the Lil’ Mahi. The duo opted for the Seahawks for different reasons, but the outcome was the same. Blanco leaned toward (coffee) Bean Town because of his sentimental attachment to Wazzu Alumni Paul Allen, Robbie Tobeck, and Marcus Trufant, while the Mahi was swayed by his man-crush on quarterback Matt Hasselbeck, running back Shaun Alexander, tight end Joe Jurevicius, wide receiver Darrell Jackson, defensive end Grant Wistrom, and linebacker Lofa Tatupu.
They lost the wind from their sails in much the same way Hasselbeck lost the follicles from his scalp—prematurely, as the officials made the game their own personal spotlight.
On the other side of the coin, Jerome Bettis made
his final stop in his hometown of Detroit in style, and sported the Lombardi trophy from high atop the post-game stage.
Hunter, Brook, and Cramer also went out on top, but they were rewarded with far less than a championship ring.
Only one week of football remains before we suffer a shortage of manly sports throughout the summer, so our local crew was tasked with one final mission—pick the all-pros from the all-shmos.
