My sister peeps and I were born and raised in Steeler country. So, it’s a big weekend for us.
In days of old, like, back in the 70s when we all still lived in the same town, we would get together at one of our houses almost every Sunday during football season. Those were the days – Terry Bradshaw, Lynn Swann and Stallworth, Rocky Blier, Jack Hamm, Franco Harris, Mean Joe Green, Coach Chuck Noll (who still has the record for most Super Bowl wins in history!!!!), and let’s not forget Marvin Myron Cope and the invention of The Terrible Towel! What a team! What fans!
I just read this morning that Obama is rooting for the Steelers, too. Outside of the Chicago Bears, Pittsburgh is his favorite.
I am truly going to miss being with you, my sweet sisters, for Sunday’s game. But, I can take some comfort in knowing that we will all be watching the greatest pro football team of all time.
My Super Bowl menu includes: hot wings, stuffed mushrooms, potato skins, stuffed jalapenos, veg dip and vegetables, oh, and Rotel cheese dip and chips. Boy, wouldn’t a bunch of Murphy’s wings be awesome, with a few Rolling Rocks to wash ’em down. Heaven.
Let me know your specific plans for Sunday and, of course, what you are eating for the celebration!
Rock on, Steelers!
Where did you come up with sister peeps? I wasn’t sure I had the right website because you never referred to us that way. Let me remind you of the little blue peep you got for easter one year when you were about 7 and I was about 10 (my birthday is in may so easter was before that). Anyway you got bored with the sweet little thing that seemed to poop everytime it was picked up – soooooo quess who had to take care of it. Not either of my older sisters (Linda or Bonnie) but me me me. As the peep got older it lost it blue feathers and got a little comb on top of it’s head and you quessed it we did’nt get a little hen that would someday lay eggs and reward me with gentleness. No the little peep became a mean rooster that would peck me when I tried to get it out of its homemade box pen and put it outside in an bigger old netted rabbit pen. Well on my 11th birthday in May the bugger pecked me really hard and I was the one that fed it and took it outside etc. I remember bopping it on the head so it would learn not to peck the hand that feeds it. It was fine after the bopping because it really wasn’t a hard bop afterall. It being my birthday I quickly forgot about the sweet little peep turned monster. After dark I remembered to go get the bird (cause that was my duty to feed all the critters). When I went to get it I found it dead and torn apart (a weasel must have fit into the cage and ate most of it. I’ll tell you now I felt soooo bad that I had bopped it earlier that day. So that’s my story little peep. Do you remember that past memory or did you eliminate if from your memory bank. Anyway let me know. From your big peep sister.
I remember the peep! I can’t believe you bopped him on his head on your birthday and then he died that night! I hope you learned your lesson
We are ordering pizza and having rotel dip. A girlfriend of mine asked if my husband was a Steeler fan. I said he is now!
Hey, great story about the Steelers. We’re number 1!!!!!!!
Oh, it’s Myron Cope. There was never a greater fan then he was. When he spoke, you knew who it was with his high pitched voice.
I have a story on the history of the Terrible Towel. I’ll try to email it to you.
Ken said he was cooking for the game, so I am just going to eat and watch the game. (Not eating him???). Sorry, I couldn’t resist the way I worded the sentence about Kenny cooking.
What’s sister No. 3 doing?