No, I'm not talking about Steeler fandom as either a lifestyle or a hereditary condition, although both are true in my case.
I'm talking about cardiovascular disease.
I blame the Steelers of the 70s - yes, the dream team, the foundation of the dynasty - for my mother's cardiovascular disease. During the run that lead to four Superbowl trophies and the on-going search for One for the Thumb, she had a minor stroke, long-term restrictions to her activity, open heart surgery, and a reaming out of her carotid artery.
When we look back on those glory days, we say things like, Wow. Bradshaw certainly can make the big plays.
We forget that he had no choice - there were a lot of third-and-gazillion situations, close calls, games that required Immaculate Receptions and other miracles to win.
And Beryl and I bit our fingernails through them all.
This season felt a lot like that. But don't worry - I run, don't smoke, and take my blood pressure medication.
But please, Steelers, let's win by blowout next season!
Well, i'd suggest laying off of the butter & sugar sandwiches, or the peanut butter and butter sandwiches as well.
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ok, what about the powered sugar doughnuts? can i still put butter on them?
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