The Pittsburgh Girl
(This was sent to me by a friend in the business.
It was written by a girl who went to college with him.)
A Pittsburgh girl knows just as much about football as her guy friends, in some cases, even more. She drinks beer because it tastes good but knows when to be classy and drink something more sophisticated.
She owns a Steeler jersey not just because it's cute but because she supports her team and understands the game. She loves Kennywood and isn't afraid to order cheese fries from the Potato Patch because, let's face it...Pittsburgh girls wear winter coats and scarves a lot more than bikinis and flip flops.
A Pittsburgh girl loves St. Patrick's Day, even if she's not Irish because green beer is good for the soul. Pittsburgh girls don't have a funny accent. They just speak a different language. The word yinz is dear to her heart, even if she would never say it herself. A Pittsburgh girl bleeds black and gold and knows how to have a great time. She's stylish and sweet.
She has a great education and loves her friends and family.
A Pittsburgh girl goes to church on Sunday hung over, only to be let out early because the Steelers kick off at one. A Pittsburgh girl might not live by the beach, but the Three Rivers are just as good! She has seen all four seasons and has a reason to love and hate each of them.
She's the type of girl you can call late at night and spill your heart out to.
She's the type you can take home to Mom and Dad without worrying they won't like her. Because everyone loves a Pittsburgh girl. If you need a girl to take to the game, she'll be there. If you need a friend to help you out, she's there. If you need a drinking buddy, she'll be there with her IC Light (Coor's too) in hand So let your Pittsburgh girl know you love her!
You can take the girl out of Pittsburgh, but you can never take the Pittsburgh out of the girl!
GO STEELERS!
(Anyone out there qualify?)
Steelers mania
They even used black and gold icing on cakes, cookies and Danish at the Giant Eagle bakery -- right next to a stand that carried T-shirts, Terrible Towels and sweatshirts.
About an hour before kickoff, the store was invaded by everyone having a Steelers party, which was just about everyone in town, including our house where the great-grandson watched and, at times, didn't know if he should cry when we all screamed at everything that either went bad or good for the Steelers.
I even got out the Steelers sweatshirt my daughter bought me back with the Steelers were almost as good as this team.
If you get a chance, read the stories in the Post-Gazette. If they are not on the first page, click on Sports and then Steelers. Also, click on Steelers Photo Journal. Boy, what a way to chase away the winter blues.
