Ouch.

It stings, Pittsburgh. It burns.
It stings and burns like it did the morning after you went home with that girl from Mckees Rocks that you met dahn at Donzi’s, and you knew you probably shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help yourself. It stings and burns like that. Ouch. That stinging and burning required a trip to the clinic, and a shot of penicillin. This stinging and burning requires a little optimism and a shot of Southern Comfort.

So, the Steelers’ season is over, barring a miracle. Such as Jesus Christ himself returning to play QB. Or receiver. Or better yet, to return kicks. Or best of all, Jesus serve as our entire offensive squad. But, since that probably will not happen, we've got to move on.

We’ve got to move on, and we’ve been through worse than this. Besides, we still have this guy:


And this guy!

(in one of the lamest photo shoots, ever.)

And this guy!

(for the time being, until we get rid of him like we do with all our good players.)

And let’s not forget THIS GUY!

(the filename of that picture, from Carnegie Mellon University’s student newspaper The Tartan, is “mayor-mcdreamy.jpg.” Classic.)

AND SWEET JESUS, WE'VE GOT THIS GUY:

(if you don't know Tommy Amoeba, you should. Check out his band, Amoeba Knievel.)

All I’m saying, Pittsburgh, is that yeah, this sucks. This is awful. This is the worst way to go out in a season. I know it’d be preferable to make it to the playoffs and lose than to lose all damn season, but there’s nothing we can do now but look to the bright side, and pray to the gods of pigskin and Primanti's that we turn it around in 2007.

As for my blog, I guess it’s going to have to go back to my daily missteps and failures as a human being. Up next, how Robbo’s cat is totally gay, and tried to have butt sex with my cat. Not. Cool.

I love you, collective city of Pittsburgh.

We’re gonna make it after all!