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January 17, 2006
Why the Steelers beat Indy
OK, a bit off-topic for this blog but since I'm still celebrating the Steelers' win on Sunday, here goes:
After a long and fulfilling life, Peyton Manning dies and goes to heaven.
God shows him around, and they come upon a cute little 3-bedroom ranch home. It's painted blue and white, and has a Colts flag in the window.
"This is for you Peyton," God says. "This is your house for all eternity. And I want you to realize how special you are. Not everyone gets their own home in heaven."
As they walk toward the front door, Peyton notices -- around the corner -- a black and gold sidewalk leading up to a huge 3-story brick mansion. There are Terrible Towels in every window and a 50-foot flag pole with a Steelers flag waving in the wind.
Peyton stops in his tracks and says "Can I ask you a question, God?"
"I lived a good life. I was one of the best professional quarterbacks in the NFL, and I even made it to the NFL Hall of Fame.
"So why does Ben Roethlisberger get a better house than me?"
"Oh," says God.
"That's not Ben's house... that's mine."
[From the comments on Ben Roethlisberger's blog]
I agree the Steelers will win this weekend! However, it doesn't matter 'cause the PANTHERS will win it all:)
Enjoy the site. Be good.
Wait a second, in my brainwashing home state we always were asked, "Do you know why there's a whole in the top of Texas Stadium? That's so God can look in on his team."
Man, do I miss Tom Landry and Roger Staubach.
"Thou shalt not steel"
See you at the Superbowl.
Go Hawks!
Hey Spike, I remember Chuck Noll and Terry Bradwhaw putting it on Landry and Staubach.
Jackie - That certainly explains the game Sunday. I was wishing I had one of those new personal defibrolators.
Big Ben looks great. I see the Steelrs going to the Super Bowl.
By the way, I enjoyed your most recent podcast. Great job.
Also worthy of note, the Steelers haven't lost since my pligimage to Heinz in early December. It may be coincidence, but then again...
Every year someone trots out this tired old thing. Yawn.
