Since I was just 4 days old, my parents have been dressing me in Black and Gold, waving a towel over their heads, and chanting, especially while these large men in helmets beat each other up over a brown ball.
Well, I've gotten used to most of it, although every once in awhile Daddy screams real loud or Mommy jumps up with me real quickly, and it startles me. They keep telling me one day I'll be running around with my own towel, as long as I don't spit up on it, and cheering just as loudly as they do.
My Daddy also loves to sing a song to me.
"Here We Go, Steelers. Here We Go. Pittsburgh's Goin' to the Super Bowl."
Well, I'm glad he kept his promise. The Steelers are going to the Super Bowl, and to celebrate the event, we are all going to Pittsburgh to watch the game with friends, some of whom will be meeting me for the first time. If they are anything like my parents, they're sure to be just as loud.
SO HERE WE GO!!!
