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I think in total, I spent about 45 minutes there and so once I left, I figured I still had some time to kill before my daughter would be done with her lunch with her friend, so I proceeded to find my way to another antique shop nearby where I also knew the owner and a vendor there as well. I hadn't been in this place for a while so it was kind of nice to take my time and look around at everything. There was this fabulous 1976 era pay phone (all detailed in bicentennial decor) that I really wanted but it had already been sold according to Bruce, the shop owner. I wandered through the store some more and found a blue Marx Wolfman for $5 which I picked up immediately. A few minutes later, I found 2 Silver Surfer tumbler glasses (classic Kirby) and picked those up. I initially was going to get these for my (step)son and myself. I was about to text him (David) to see if he would like one but I held off. When I looked at the time (it was now around 3:30pm), I knew his schedule and I knew that he was just finishing up his shift at the nearby bar and grill so I didn't want to bother him. Besides, I knew that I had to get a hold of him within the week so we could get together in order for me to show him all of the cool things I had found and bought at PulpFest! So, I decided to save a little bit of money and I only bought the one glass for myself. I figured that I could just go back and pick up the second (reasonably priced) glass, later, if I found out that he would want one. After this purchase and visit at the downtown antique shop, I decided to do something that I had never done in the city that I grown up in... I knew I had a cigar in the Jeep and so I went back there, dropped off my purchases from the antique shop, grabbed the cigar and decided to 'take a stroll through the city, while enjoying a nice cigar... taking in the sights that I hadn't paid attention to in probably 30 years. And so I did. (EST = 4:15pm) These were a few of the pictures I took... My (step)son just got home from work around 15 minutes ago... On this impromptu walking tour that I took, I (sadly) realized that "downtown" had now (and probably forevermore) transformed from a destination point for consumerism... to a place where younger people would live simply work and live. These were the initial sad thoughts I was left with as I realized that the city that I had grown up in - had transformed before my eyes into something else that I could not recognize. My last stop on my impromptu walking tour took me to a trendy vinyl music shop that I've visited on my many occasions, for years on end. I was flipping through their posters when I found this and immediately texted my friend, Rob. He very simply informed me that I had to buy that! Well, I had already formulated that thought before his response but yeah... this was too good to pass up! As I'm buying this, I'm thinking to myself that I'll get in touch with my (step)son this week as this was the last day I had on my authorized vacation. Sadly, I was scheduled to assume my regular work schedule the next evening on Monday, August 7th. It had been a great summer.

Anyways, after talking with the owner of the business for a bit, I collected our check and proceeded to look over our booth, straighten up a bit, and then decided to browse through the building to see what new items might've been brought in by the other vendors. Again, with time to kill, I figured I'd take advantage of this opportunity. This one vendor had this vintage NFL helmet on display and well... I guess I'll call it serendipity. He was there in his booth and I asked him what he'd take for it. Based on everything that had just happened with me, up to this point, it seemed like an obvious decision on what to do here. Forty dollars later, I now owned a vintage Pittsburgh Steelers helmet. And yes, probably from Sears!

I'll try it again. Sunday morning... I had been on the boards here, updating my journal a little bit on that previous night. This is how that looked back then... So, that Sunday morning, on August the 6th, I waken up relatively early because I had my union meeting that I needed to attend. It was scheduled for 9am and I arrived there just in time. It was a packed parking lot so I had to park down the road a bit as did other 'last minute' arrivals did too. Unfortunately, once inside, I saw that the entire hall was filled and all the seats were taken so I took residency along a wall and listened to the speakers telling everyone in attendance how this new contract would go if we were to vote and agree to it. It took nearly the entire meeting for them to get to the part that had caused me so much distress in Uniontown, PA. Once I heard the words that nothing would change in terms of my pay, I was absolutely thrilled and immediately sent a text to my Sister-In-Law. She had just recently retired from the company and she was very helpful in terms of helping me understand the inner workings of this company as she had been employed there for over 30 years. After the meeting concluded, I left there feeling like I had just won the lottery and decided to make a quick stop at our local flea market. Once there, I picked up a few things to resell at our antique booth... nothing of particular interest. I came home and told my wife the great news. Once again, another win that just had me thinking that I was really pressing my luck here. How many good things could go right?! I knew ahead of time that my younger daughter had plans to go out for lunch with one of her friends and asked me if I could drive her to the restaurant, downtown at 2:00pm. I was completely free for the rest of the day so this wasn't any problem at all. Just before 2pm, my daughter and I left the house, as I told my wife that I'd probably be out for a while. I figured I would drop off my daughter and then stop at our antique booth to pick up our check for last month's sales. I was kind of excited about that because, we actually had a really good month and this check would cover about half of what I spent at PulpFest! And so, I dropped off my daughter and headed to the antique store. I thought to myself that I had at least a few hours to kill. When I got there I mingled among the employees for a little bit and then got our check from the owner. I knew that he was a huge Pittsburgh Steelers fan and I was happy to talk to him about my trip down there. All of the areas that I had mentioned, he knew intimately as apparently (this, I did not know) he's from that area. I told him that it seemed like every single person I encountered down there was so friendly and accommodating. This was about the moment that he told me what it's like to be a Steelers fan down there. In his words, it's like one big tent and all are welcome... he said it's not like other stadiums. When he told this to me, I had to laugh inside as I immediately had a PTSD moment where I was 11 again. In 1980, my parents took me to a Rams v. Bills game at Rich Stadium in Buffalo, NY. This was in 1980, the year after the Rams lost to the Pittsburgh Steelers in SuperBowl XIV. It was a cold and dreary day and I was wearing my Rams poncho (probably from Sears) during that game. Well, unfortunately, the Rams lost the game in overtime 10-7 and the fans (I guess they're now known as Bills Mafia) wanted to make sure that this 11 year old never forgot who won. To this day, this event still pisses off my father who had to try to safely escort his son out of enemy territory. Over the years, this has been a great family story to tell so ultimately, there's no bad blood. (Not the Sears NFL Poncho, but If You Know, You Know...)

(-35 hours : 50 minutes) Sunday morning...

And now back to this... (-59 hours : 30 minutes) ... ... ... We all got started fairly early that Saturday morning following the trip to Pittsburgh, PA. Again, just as a refresher, we had a performance to go to, that my niece was in and we also had a family birthday party to attend later that afternoon. We got to the school held performance in time and we all really enjoyed their performance of Rock of Ages. My niece is 13 now and she really has taken on a strong liking to drama which I think will serve her well. She really excels at that and finds a lot of satisfaction with it. Following this awesome performance, we all met up back again at my in-laws for a birthday get-together. It was a great afternoon as almost everyone in the family made it there. As the day started to dip into the evening, I thought of giving my (step) son a call but I knew that he had just finished up with work and probably wouldn't want to come over. A bunch of us held an impromptu game of badminton in the large back and yard that was a lot of fun... and funny as well. You see, eventually, this led to a two on two game of badminton but there were only two racquets. Well, sitting outside were two electric fly swatter paddles so yes, we used those two electric fly swatter paddles as badminton racquets! It was hilarious but guess who decided to get curious? Oh yes, that would be me and yes, they do indeed hurt! This is a picture of my wife holding one of these... Yes, I know it's a very blown up image... I was actually on the back deck taking this picture and that's why it's so far away. Ultimately I joined in which is when I felt the full force of the Badminton Fly Destructor! Curiosity got the best of me and I had to push the button while touching the 'netting'... yeah, lesson learned! The day was a blast and it was so nice to spend so much time with our family. Looking back for a moment, my wife immediately felt a strong attraction to a new born relative that she hadn't met before.. her name is Lydia. My wife told me after we left that this little new born girl reminded her of her son... my (step) son. It was a very good day.... Just the perfect bookend to this amazing week that I was now putting behind me. I knew that the next day, Sunday, I had a union meeting scheduled at 11am which would hopefully answer some of those questions that haunted me in Uniontown, PA during our vacation. But the way everything was going and the way that everything had been pointing... I kind of felt that this simply was going to be an afterthought. ... Saturday Night. (-35 hours : 50 minutes)

Of course I saved the best for last, in terms of what Rob got for me this year. He was so excited to find a copy of this book 'in the wild' and frankly, I can't remember finding one in that fashion, either. This copy of The Creature #1 from Dell (1962/1963) is pretty solid. It has some issues on the spine but I don't see any color breaking creases on the front cover (or the back)... nice off white pages. This will definitely be a book I send in with my next submission to CGC. From what I can see, it looks like a solid VG / FN (5.0) to me but it might actually do better. I had to check who did the cover on this one and apparently it is by Vic Prezio.

I forgot how awesome that video was...

I know that we're at Monday, but we can't continue right now. Yes, It's time for intermission...

But there's more... How about a 14" Mego Creature from the Black Lagoon as well as a retro (repro) model?! Thank you again, my friend... these were absolutely awesome to open up in the middle of a 'Snow-Pocalypse'! Here is the Atlantis Models : "Creature from the Black Lagoon" as well as the official Mego: 14" version of The Creature!

There was no magnificent game this year. Now yes, I told him in advance that his car would indeed blow up if he didn't guess his gift, but in fact, there wasn't a plan laid in place, after-all. I felt like it It was all a ploy. So, we met and he tried to guess the present based on the clues, but ultimately, I think I was left with the best clues on my gift! He told me NOTHING was related... So. I opened the first gift and then the second gift and ultimately the third gift as I was helplessly searching for a nonexistent clue! There was indeed a theme to match all of this years gifts. I think Rob set it up that way as a joke... kind of a knock at me consistently screwing up all of his games through my uncanny ability to misspell his clues. ... ... ... This is what Rob got me this year with absolutely no known relation to each other... Again, this must've been Rob's attempt at letting me know what it feels like when 'A' can't spell but 'B' certainly can. This is what Rob got me this year and yes, there certainly was a theme! (Both, the Neptunian and Captain Kirk 100% agree to this picture. Rob didn't get those for me... they were just around for the party.) RedBreast 12 plus 2 Creature from the Black Lagoon plastic cups? That equals a total win!!

This is Sunday night. The 7th of January, 2024. It's been exactly 5 months since the worst day of my life and perhaps, forever. I know I'm being extremely evasive here but please understand... I'm trying. The good news is that there was a big break-through that occurred over the course of this past weekend and it was all thanks to our annual get-together with my best friend, Rob, over this holiday season. As the way the end of this year was aiming, it quickly appeared to me that prolonging this get-together wasn't going to help anyone. So... as a strong winter storm was bearing down on our area, Rob and I decided to throw caution to the wind, and we managed to get together for our annual Christmas get-together, regardless! It was probably the best thing I could've done for myself and the dream that I had that night, after falling asleep, only served to validate that thought! (I'll get to that soon enough.) So, last night, I met up with Rob for our Christmas get-together and I didn't expect that I'd be throwing everything at him, that's occurred to me and my family over these past few months... but I did. Sorry. Rob's basically unflappable, though... I could tell him that I'm related to the ranchers near Area 51 as well as being related to Lee Harvey Oswald and he would simply ask what I wanted to drink next, as it was on him. That's Rob in a nutshell.

After leaving Silver Creek, NY, we got back on the NY State Thruway and made our way through some rush hour traffic in Buffalo. I think we made one more quick stop at a McDonald's just past Rochester and ultimately we made it back home before sunset which was exactly as I had hoped. It had been a whirlwind of a day but it was nice to be back. My parents offered to watch our small dog (Chihuahua mix) and I had already planned on picking her up the next day on Saturday morning. As I wrote before, we also had plans on that Saturday to go to my niece's musical that she was involved with and then in the afternoon, we had to go to a family birthday party at my in-laws house. I just figured it would be easier to pick up our dog in the morning before we did all that we had planned.later that day. I unpacked all of my 'treasures' that I picked up and sat down once again to look at the last print I bought at PulpFest and to look through my newly acquired copy The Shadow Magazine. I forgot to mention that when I made that quick stop back in to PulpFest that Friday morning, when I bought the Shadow framed print, I was looking very hard at this one piece. The same guy that sold me the Shadow print also had this at his table. I asked him if he had any information on it and he said he didn't. It had been hanging on his wall in his house for years and he just decided to part with it but didn't know who did it or what it was for. I remember trying to figure if I could spare any more for another big purchase but I stopped myself and just walked away with the Shadow print. I'm still very attracted to this piece though... I just found the picture on my phone as I was going through the album. Anyways, yes, I was very happy with these purchases and once I sat down, I carefully took The Shadow Magazine out of the mylar and flipped though it once again... I opened the book again to this page that is just so good... this double page spread beautifully illustrated by Tom Lovell. This was taken from here: https://theshadowstrikes.tumblr.com/post/149994662497/rip-offs-and-homages-to-the-shadow ,but it shows the distinct similarities between Bob Kane's drawing in Detective Comics #27 and Tom Lovell's in this 1936 issue of The Shadow Magazine. I carefully put the book back and just sat there for a moment before heading off to sleep. This had been a fantastic trip for myself and my family and I couldn't have planned for it to go any better than it had. Thinking back, those past few weeks leading up to PulpFest and then the week of PulpFest was something on another level of greatness - almost like the universe unlocked some door for me to experience all of this in such a short amount of time. It's probably why this has been so difficult for me to get through... (-59 hours : 30 minutes)

Sorry, where were we... (-66 hours : 50 minutes)

Ok. Without Phil Collins, I don't think Genesis survives after Peter Gabriel. Like I said.. this serves as my palate cleanser.

As I'm getting so very close to the end of this here, I need to go back and perform a little bit of house cleaning. I was sorting through some older photos on my phone in preparation for this last part and it occurred to me that I've left a few things out that I wanted to mention along the way but either forgot or got sidetracked. So with that... Intermission and House Cleaning Back in April of this past year, I found a copy of a book that I hadn't been searching for, but was. I know that sounds weird but what I mean is that there was a particular issue of The Shadow Magazine pulp that I had been looking for with no luck. When I saw that MyComicShop had a nice looking, but very low grade copy of a comic that featured the same cover. I may have overreacted (and overpaid), but I was very excited to put this book in my collection. And even though I haven't been actively searching through all my resources, as I was earlier this year, I still have not seen a copy of The Shadow Magazine : June 1st, 1936. This is a nice substitute even if it is missing the centerfold and perhaps one day, I'll find a cover-less copy. Shadow Comics Vol.1 #4 (1940) In addition to this book, within the same auction, was this book that I thought my wife would like as well. It's Illustrated by Johnny Gruelle (Raggedy Ann and Andy) from 1922... ... ... ... A few months later, once again through MyComicShop, I found these three pulps that looked like good buys at the time. Two of them with great Viking themed covers and the third with a specific advertisement I had hoped was inside. The Fantastic Adventures from June, 1951 features a humorous cover by Walter H. Hinton... And this Famous Fantastic Mysteries from June, 1952 features a great cover (and as I told Rob) looks to be the 1st appearance of the female Viking "Punisher"... Fran Castle? Again, I thought those were great buys at $40 for the two and there was another pulp I had to get, for another $40 and that was this Street & Smith copy of Love Story Magazine. At first glance, this might not be an attractive copy to spend $40 on, but it was what I was hoping was inside of this February 21st, 1931 issue that had me hoping my gamble would pay off. Once I got the book, I carefully leafed through it and was thrilled to see what was indeed inside... What was inside was a full page ad announcing the beginning of a contest that Street & Smith was going to hold, in order for their readers to basically 'create' what would eventually become the iconic look of a character known now from the radio. As the ad begins... "The contest has to do with The Shadow! Hundreds of Thousands have heard The Shadow. Shivers course up and down their spines when he announces Street & Smith's Detective Story Magazine radio program every Thursday evening (9:30 p.m. Eastern Standard Time) over the Columbia Broadcasting Network. But what does The Shadow really look like, and what type of man is he? Why this is important to me is because this was 2 months before the premier of The Shadow Magazine (#1) from April, 1931. As I've touched on in previous posts, during most of 1931 there wasn't an official 'look' yet for The Shadow and it took numerous clues left behind in Street & Smith's Detective Story Magazine for this look to finally start to materialize as was shown in the last issue of 1931... December. This is one the most riveting details surrounding the development of the character and it just occurred to me (as I'm typing this while watching Doctor Who and the Weeping Angels)... what if this is a bootstrap? So, here's something I hadn't even considered and now it gives me pause as to my earlier claims surrounding Bob Kane and Bill Finger... What if Bob Kane and Bill Finger, two teenage boys fascinated with The Shadow, entered this contest with an image (of The Batman) in their heads as they entered this contest and helped to form the image of The Shadow who would ultimately shape the image of The Batman To be fair, this would apply more to Bill than Bob as it's been shown that Bob Kane's vision of The Batman was more of a comical, circus acrobat. ... ... ... When my younger daughter came back from her studies in Japan, she brought back something for almost everyone in her immediate family. From her closest friends to her aunts. From her niece to her brother and sister. From her grandparents to my wife and then to myself as well. She was so thoughtful in this endeavor as she obviously spent a lot of time, contemplating something meaningful to each and every one of us. Like I've said (or maybe I haven't in public)... she's my Supergirl... my Wonder Woman. These are the two awesome items my daughter brought back for me. The first item is this awesome book surrounding this Marvel Cat (?) ... Now the second item, apparently created a large amount of stress for her which she had to tell me about. At this Japanese 'flea market', she found this Godzilla set of matchbooks. Yes, she knows my affinity of cigars and all things Godzilla but there was a slight problem here. How in the world to get this item through customs and half way across the globe in this new TSA reality? Well... she found a way. She dumped every single matchbox of their contents and transported only empty boxes! This thing is awesome and she completely understood that I could simply refill the boxes with 'domestic' matchsticks... she's a regular Nancy Drew! The back of these matchbook boxes would all form the image of a puzzle as was shown. ... ... ... Okay, this was my palate cleanser. Actually, let me get in one video in before I do the heavy lifting here. Who to choose? I think at this point, I'll pour a drink, consult with the (never televised) Mego Neptunian and seek additional counsel. ... ... ...

I guess that was kind of a commercial break with those few posts. Back to the trip back home from PulpFest... The next extended stop we made on our way back up was in Titusville, PA. There, we found a Goodwill with a Sav-a-Lot grocery store right next door. It was kind of connected within this type of mall or plaza. We found a couple of things in that Goodwill but nothing exceptional. I bought an avocado green, mid-century lamp to resell and my daughter found a couple of funny items for her college roommate. Afterwards, we quickly stopped in the grocery store and then left. On our way out of this town, we noticed signs for the next weekend advertising the Titusville Oil Festival. We kind of chuckled at that while wondering what actually makes up an Oil Festival. I looked it up and it sounds pretty quaint... arts & crafts, parade, antique car show with food, music, beer and wine. From Titusville, PA, I somehow found my way to Sugar Grove, PA and then ultimately to Jamestown, NY. Once we got back into NY, we stopped at a Tim Horton's to grab a bite to eat before we continued north to Dunkirk, NY. I had been to Jamestown numerous times through work and was familiar with this route now. It was the first time since Pittsburgh that I was now back in familiar territory but it was such a nice departure. From Jamestown, NY to Dunkirk, NY we were making very good time and unless there were construction or accident delays, we would be able to get back right when I was hoping we would, on this early August, Friday evening. Once we got to Dunkirk, NY, it was back to the boring NY State Thruway with their overpriced 'trendy' rest stops. The days of Dunkin' (Donuts), Burger KIng, McDonalds, etc. are just about a thing of the past now as these new structures they've built ($450 million), to replace the "outdated" ones now have choices such as Shake Shack, Apple Green C-Stores (where a sandwich and a coffee will cost you $22), Starbucks, Popeyes and Chick-fil-A (closed on Sundays... except NYS now wants to tell them to change their business model) Okay, sorry... end of rant. So, before we got to Buffalo, NY, I had to make one stop at one of my favorite truck stops in Western NY and that was at the Silver Creek exit off of I-90. The truck stop is actually in Irving, NY and is called the Native Pride Travel Plaza on one of the three Seneca Indian Reservations. I've been stopping here for many years now as this place has one of the best walk in humidors for cigars that I've seen throughout the state. There was a time where I would stop in here twice a week as it was on my dedicated route with my old employer but now, whenever I get out this way, it's a bit of a luxury for me. So yes, I had to stop here, not only to fill up on cheaper priced gas, but to grab a few cigars as well. https://www.nativepride.com/ After this stop, it's now around 4pm if I remember correctly. It's funny but whenever I write or mention Silver Creek, NY... my mind jumps to Stevie Nick's (Fleetwood Mac) song "Silver Springs". It's just one of those things, I guess. (-66 hours : 50 minutes)

Another quick note about the above post... One of my favorite Los Angeles Rams players was Jerome Bettis, nicknamed "The Bus". He was drafted by the (then) Los Angeles Rams in 1993 and played 2 seasons with them in LA. In 1995, the Rams moved to St. Louis and Jerome Bettis played one season there before being traded to... yes, the Pittsburgh Steelers. I remember being shocked and disappointed by this trade when it happened in 1996 but I continued to root for him and continued to follow his career. Additionally, I still have his Rams jersey I bought in 1994/1995 and I actually wore to a sports bar a couple of years ago. So, getting back on track to the trip back home from Cranberry Township, PA... I forgot to mention that after we checked out of our hotel, following my last minute breeze through at PulpFest, we decided to make one last stop in Cranberry and that was at a Target that was just up the road from where we were staying and close to where we would start to head north-east on our way home. We didn't spend a long time in there but I did pick up a 'souvenir'. When I saw this on the shelf, in with their pop culture collectible items, I just thought it was perfectly fitting and had to buy it.

I know the last entry about the Pittsburgh Steelers was a bit odd as it didn't really fit the rest of the story but it serves to further illustrate just how much of a positive impact this trip had on me. Based on my limited but valuable experience in this area of Western Pennsylvania, I felt like the city of Pittsburgh became a place that I could very much get used to. The history of the football team added to that feeling of course and simply the nostalgic views I have of professional football throughout the 70's and 80's solidified it. The LA Rams will forever be my #1 team but there have been years where I adopted 'secondary' teams based on various factors... mostly certain players. For instance in the 80's, I liked the Denver Broncos a lot because I was a huge John Elway fan and they were exciting to watch with the Three Amigos. Then, in the 90's I liked the New England Patriots a lot because of Drew Bledsoe, Ben Coates and Curtis Martin... that 'friendship' with the Patriots came to an end when Tom Brady took over and especially after the results of the 2001 Superbowl against Kurt Warner and the Rams. Some other notable teams I've liked or had an interest in, after the Rams of course, have been Fran Tarkenton and the Minnesota Vikings as well as Brian Sipe and the Cleveland Browns in the 1970's and then Dan Fouts and the San Diego Chargers in the 80's. So I guess this was a long winded (no surprise) explanation as to how it was seemingly so easy for me to adopt not only a new city but a new team to follow, after this amazing trip that my family and I were on. I'm jumping ahead a little here but interestingly, a couple of months after this trip, the Steelers played the Rams in Los Angeles. Ultimately the Rams lost but in a strange twist, it was the Steelers, after knocking off the Seattle Seahawks that put the Rams in the playoffs this year. Just weird all the way around... This was a nice distraction to write about.

I'll try again...

I just randomly came across this image and it was too good not to share...

Wishing everyone a Happy New Year... 2024

In conclusion for this night... a nod to my 80's. Amazingly, I have not seen this before but here is David and George, seemingly fraternizing together in this mid 80's performance. Two of my favorite performers, side by side. Oh... why not add vintage Gordan (Sting) and long haired Bono in with this to make it all the more awesome! (And please don't miss Freddy Mercury at 2:10)

(-76 hours : 8 minutes)

On the way back home to Central New York from Uniontown / Pittsburgh / Cranberry Township / Mars / Butler, PA... I found a strange development happening internally. I've been a life long Rams fan since 1974 but here I was in the heart of my youth's hated Superbowl... that of January 20, 1980. Superbowl 14. And here I was quickly growing fond of the Steelers franchise! A big part of this reason was my immediate reactionary affection for the city that I had never seen, as I now personally viewed it as the Industrial meets Metropolitan city of Pittsburgh, in coordination with the countless billboards I saw, that advertised the team. These billboards promoting the upcoming NFL season, featured the images of players that I knew and liked... George Pickens, TJ Watt, Kenny Pickett and Najee Harris. So, this was, in fact, part one of this process. Part two happened upon a lonely stretch of a rural road as we headed north, into NY, There were signs for a garage sale and eventually, once we found our way to it, I thought we should stop. There were a few vintage items we found of interest but then I found out that the "elder" of the sale was a life long Steeler fan, now in his 80's. I found his book that he was selling for $5 that highlighted all of the accomplishments from the sports teams of the city of Pittsburgh throughout the 70's bought it. He reminisced with me a little on those championship years the Steelers had... I didn't tell him that I was a lifelong Rams fan but it probably wouldn't have mattered. Within this book, published in 1980, there's a little write up about a certain University of Pittsburgh (Pittsburgh Panthers) football freshman by the name of Dan (Danny) Marino. Maybe better served as an episode of What If...? but yes, what if he had gone to the Steelers, instead of the Miami Dolphins, in the 1983 NFL draft and followed in the footsteps of Terry Bradshaw who played for them from 1970-1983? Anyways... It was this moment here, as we were walking back to the Jeep, that I told my daughter that I had just made a decision as if this were some big, monumental, life changing event. I told her that I decided that the Pittsburgh Steelers would now become my "secondary team", as she knows about the Rams. As weird as this was, it felt symbiotic, somehow.

(-80 hours : 3 minutes)