Journalism?
by Wilson.
SIX MORE DAYS
Yes, six more days until our beloved Steelers play in Super Bowl XL. It's the biggest sporting event of the year, and not just because of the game. For two weeks, one city in America is the center of civilization, and the eager participant in a media orgy. This year is extra crazy around here, as all the local networks are having non-stop coverage of this event.
However, the national media has been less friendly, and there are two articles in particular that have really chapped my ass. The first comes courtesy of ESPN.com and their page 2 bag of hot air Skip Bayless. You might know him from that First and Ten show, where he argues his points at really loud volumes and annoys the shit out of me in the process. Bayless complains about how bland of a Super Bowl this is, and how no one outside of Seattle and Pittsburgh care about the game. He's upset that the game doesn't feature any of his golden boys: Peyton Manning, Tom Brady, or Michael Vick. Well, Skip, too friggin bad. Contrary to what you east coast biased morons think, people do care about this game. The Steelers playoff run has brought CBS its highest football ratings of the season, and there is no larger or more loyal fan base than that of the black and gold. Just watch a Steeler away game, and you're likely to see more people waving Terrible Towels than cheering for the home team. But you wouldn't know that, since your head is so far up Tom Brady's ass. And what's this crap about the Seahawks being nobodies? They were the #1 seed in the NFC, and they got this guy called Shaun Alexander. You might remember him from when he led the league in rushing this year, or maybe when he beat Brady for the NFL MVP. Bayless is also tired of hearing about Jerome Bettis and his family and his homecoming. Gee, it's a real travesty to hear about one of sports' greatest people possibly ending a stellar career with a league title. Why don't you go interview your boyfriend Terrell Owens and ask how he's been since he was thrown off an Eagles team he pretty much destroyed? Skip Bayless, you are an idiot, and one of the main reasons ESPN sucks anymore.
And now we go to Kevin Eck, writer for the Balitmore Sun. Here are just a couple quotes in his bitchy article about how he hates the Steelers:
"Every season I hope for four things. First and foremost, it's that the Ravens win the Super Bowl. After that (in order), it's that the Steelers, Washington Redskins and Indianapolis Colts don't win it."
"The reasons for hating the Steelers go beyond the fact that they are an AFC North rival. For starters, there's Bill Cowher's chiseled chin, Joey Porter's motor mouth and Jerome Bettis' bloated belly."
"It's the Steelers fans, however, that are truly loathsome. Has there ever been a more overbearing, obnoxious, foul-mouthed, slovenly bunch? And that's just the women.But as irritating as Steelers fans are, with their ridiculous towels and "One for the Thumb" slogan, Ravens fans have always had plenty of comebacks for their boasts and taunts."
I heard about this article on WDVE today, and a man called in and let all Pittsburghers know exactly where this moron lives. This article was pure jealousy, and it got me thinking about how inferior the Ravens are to the Steelers in several key aspects:
Team Name: The Steelers are named after steelworkers, tough men that were once the backbone of our local economy and a major part of our nation's economy. The Ravens are named after an Edgar Allan Poe poem. Poe was insane and drank heavily. They may as well have named their team after a Motley Crue song.
Coaching: The Steelers have Bill Cowher, "The Chin". The Ravens have Brian Billick, "The Asshole".
QB: The Steelers have a winner in Ben Roethlisberger. In two seasons he has lost only four games, and taken his team to two AFC title games, winning the second. The Ravens have Kyle Boller, who has been nothing short of a dud. He was benched in favor of Anthony Wright, for Christ's sake.
Famous RB: The Steelers have Jerome Bettis, a class act and a guaranteed first-ballot hall of famer. When the Steelers get near the end zone, it's a guarantee he's gonna barrell across that white line for six. The Ravens have Jamal Lewis. When the Ravens get near the end zone, it's a guarantee he's gonna try to snort that white line and get six to twelve for it.
Loudmouth Linebacker: The Steelers have Joey Porter, who was shot last year, and who has backed up his words this postseason with some of the finest games of his career. The Ravens' Ray Lewis once helped friends stab people, then got out of three counts of murder by squealing on them. He is unable to back up his words because he is always injured, and even if he were healthy he isn't what he once was.
Owners: Art Rooney, one of the NFL's patriarchs and a giant in football history. His son, Dan, has done more to make the NFL the juggernaut it is today than anyone not named Rozelle or Tagliabue. The Ravens' Art Modell is a carpetbagger who took the Cleveland Browns, one of the proudest and most storied franchises in sports, to Baltimore for a bigger payday. What a great guy. I hope he takes a wrong turn and ends up in Cleveland some day.
History: The Steelers have been around for 73 seasons, have won four Super Bowls, six AFC titles, and have 17 people enshrined in the hall of fame. The Ravens have been around for ten, and won a Super Bowl mainly because their defense was good. Trent Dilfer was the QB for that team. Trent Dilfer. I'd rather have no history than that history.
Colors: The Steelers have that imposing black and gold. A perfect contrast of dark and light, toughness and majesty. The Ravens' colors are purple and black. Now where have I seen purple and black together before...
Um, good choice, Baltimore.
So Kevin Eck, Skip Bayless, and all you other peons of the media, sit your dumb asses down at 6:30 on Sunday and watch the Super Bowl. It features two great teams, and should be a good game, even if Tom Brady isn't there.
Tune in next week, where I hope to have a very pleasant review of the Steelers' 2005 season. Until then...
GO STEELERS



