By Matthew Casey
So it’s the NFL’s Conference Championship Weekend and my Pittsburgh Steelers (GOD’s TEAM!) will, for the third time this year, face off against the “hated” Baltimore Ravens for the right to go to the Super Bowl.
For the record, true Steelers fans refuse to accept that Baltimore really has a team. Some of us simply refer to the Ravens as the “old Cleveland Browns.” (To be fair, Indianapolis stole Baltimore’s original franchise, the Colts. But two wrongs do not make a right.)
Some of us also refuse to accept that it was Baltimore who won the Super Bowl in 2000. As far as we are concerned, it was the hapless Browns, who after years of disappointment in the “Mistake by the Lake,” finally won the world championship.
Of course, these assertions anger many Ravens fans visiting NFL chat rooms. But instead of searching for something intelligent and witty to use as a response, (aka the fact that Steelers outside linebacker, James Harrison, who was recently voted NFL Defensive Player of the Year, was arrested last summer on charges of domestic violence after allegedly hitting the mother of his child.) they resort to dubbing Pittsburgh as “Pigsburgh” or “Pissburgh.” (Is this the second grade?)
I have written before about Pittsburgh as a town of immigrants and a symbol of what made this country great during the 20th century, hard mother#uckin’ blue collar work.
Not everyone is aware of this fact, though, and upon spending a day in dark and gloomy Pittsburgh it is safe to say that many would wonder how anyone would want to live there when they could live in beautiful Raleigh, North Carolina, Southern California or Phoenix, Arizona.
Well, my grandfather, a native of Clairton, PA, (One of the small towns that makes up the metropolis of Pittsburgh) a World War II veteran and ex-steel worker and I were standing on a balcony at the University of Arizona in Tucson, waiting for my sister’s graduation ceremony to begin.
I was smoking a cigarette, looking at the sun drenched mountains and enjoying the surprisingly mild May weather when I turned to him and excitedly said, “Pap, look at the mountains, feel the fantastic climate, isn’t this place gorgeous?”
“Doesn’t beat Western PA,” was his grumbled response.
Indeed, Pap.
But of course, his vision of “Western PA” is a vision of a town and a time long past. Pittsburgh, once a town with a population of over one million, is now home to just 250,000.
In the 1970s, when the Steel Industry began its long decline due to the quality and cost of its product, as well as the bankrupting power of its union, (Sounds eerily similar to the Big Three’s situation in Detroit, huh?) suddenly unemployed Pittsburghers began to leave in droves for places like Mesa, Arizona.
But the Steelers, who were in the process of becoming the only team to win four Super Bowls in six years, became a symbol of the town that once was, as well as many exiled Pittsburghers’ last connection to their hometown. (Sorry New England, Tom Brady might be great and able to date, or father children with any Supermodel he desires, but last year’s Super Bowl loss to the Giants secured the Steelers of the 70s as the greatest pro football dynasty in the modern era!)
As a result, the Steelers now have a national following as big, if not bigger than any other NFL team.
You don’t believe me? Check the Nielson ratings for last week’s Divisional Playoff Game against the San Diego Chargers. The Steelers’ game on CBS had more viewers than the New York Giants vs. Philadelphia Eagles game that was held in New Jersey, the official landfill for the media capitol of the United States.
But I digress, the point is that this country has always been great because of the work and sacrifices made by its people. (When my grandfather was drafted, he lost his dream to become a journalist, and instead spent his career working in the Steel Mills before becoming an insurance salesman.)
Now, facing the challenges of a new century, as a nation, we find our collective backs against the wall.
Pathetic leadership, and a “me first” attitude (Can you say, “America’s Team,” the laughable Dallas Cowboys?) must change if we are to survive and maintain our world status.
To achieve this, we need to reflect on our past success and find a way to revive the work ethic and cooperation that allowed us to achieve so much in such a short period of time.
Exiled Pittsburghers throughout the country possess that connection, and whether you love ‘em or hate ‘em, pay attention to the way they support the Steelers on Sunday against the Ravens, because their “Old School” loyalty and willingness to sacrifice for the greater good are what we need to dig our self out of OUR current national predicament.