Go Steelers!

Jackson here. My sports loyalties are a hodgepodge of family connections and regional relevance. For example: I can just as easily root for the Tar Heels as I can for "the Dukes." It all depends on the tickets and the kind of year each is having...

Which means that, yes, I can be bought. While my loyalties to the Bishops, the Yankees, and the Buckeyes are non-negotiable, I ride the bandwagon when it comes to the Steelers and the aforementioned Heels and "Dukes."

After the Heels got whacked on Saturday (and we won't go into what happened to the Yankees and Buckeyes this year) I was looking forward to the Steelers game today -- as you can see...



I should add that I put on the jersey today only after the Steelers took a 10-0 lead -- because, like I said, I'm a bandwagon guy. My affection for the Steelers emerged only after receiving my first football jersey from Uncle Brian and Aunt Steppy (again, I can be bought). But I must also admit that I kinda liked them before, if only because their kicker once sold Dad some paint at the Chapel Hill Lowe's -- or, as Mommy called it today: "Ho's" (insert joke here).

So, like I said, I was sitting right up front on the bandwagon when things started going badly. The Jets tied the game and looked to have it won, but then their kicker missed two field goals. Then our favorite Ho's clerk got a shot and kicked the game-winner, which made us all pretty happy and led to the following exchange:

Me: Who won?
Daddy: The Steelers.
Me: Why?
Daddy: Because they kicked a field goal.
Me: What?
Daddy: A field goal. It counts three points.
Me: Why does it count three points?
Daddy: Because it does.
Me: (after a pause) Can you put in my movie?