Blogging, or for that matter doing anything on the Internet, while using a pen name is a good idea. If I were to use my real name and then openly admit that the Pittsburgh Steelers weren’t the most important thing in my life, admit that I love my family, God, country and Lost more than the Steelers, I would be tracked down and my home firebombed.  That’s the beauty of living in Pittsburgh.

I’m not anti-Steelers. I’m glad they won yesterday. I was really happy when they won the Superbowl two years ago, and I even went out on my porch in the freezing cold and screamed along with all my neighbors who were banging pots and detonating fireworks. Steeler victories are good for the local economy, good for the morale of the fans, and helpful to the image of the city. I draw the line at the insanely obsessive mind-set of some Pittsburghers.

A few weeks ago, when guys from another team stomped on the Terrible Towel, the local news media made it the major story of the week, and one dolt-on-the-street who was interviewed said he felt like “it was as if they did it to the Baby Jesus.”  I wanted to slap him with a steel pierogi. C’mon! I don’t normally get too riled up about religion, my philosophy is to each his own, but, this guy crossed the line. Obviously he’s a self-proclaimed Christian or he wouldn’t have mentioned Jesus, and if he can’t distinguish between his chosen Lord and Savior, and a scrap of yellow terrycloth, well…

Anyway, before I incur the wrath of the entire Steeler Nation for implying that the Steelers aren’t equal to God, I’ll lead you to an article on Associatedcontent.com that I wrote with a prediction about this year’s Superbowl. I’m not skilled in astrology, but Mercury retrograde is a phenomenon familiar to amateurs and it’s going to screw up this big game. Take a look at my prediction.