At Least We’re Not Cleveland

At Least We’re Not Cleveland


Things aren’t looking to good right now here in Pittsburgh. We expect the Steelers to be in the Super Bowl every year. We expect the Penguins to win the Stanley Cup every year. As far as the Pirates…we expect the Steelers to win the Super Bowl every year.

The Steelers are off to a 1-4 start and things aren’t getting any easier with a trip to the west coast this week to play whoever the hell the San Diego Chargers are these days.

Not only that, but they will be starting the quarterback, who backs up the quarterback, who backs up the quarterback. If this guy gets hurt, I think I’m playing…Don’t be booing me right away. I’ll give it my best shot.

You’re probably depressed. You think there’s nothing that can cheer you up. You’re giving up on life…

“Just stop that crazy talk right now!”

I know what you need. Something to focus on…something to get you through these difficult times. What you need is a mantra. Something to give you positive vibes and send good feelings through your soul…Ok, say this with me,

“At least we’re not Cleveland.”

Doesn’t that feel better? Now say it again,

“At least we’re not Cleveland.”

As bad as you think you have it, there’s always someone that has it worse. Unless you’re from Cleveland and a Browns fan.

I mean just look at them…they can’t do anything right. They get the first pick in the draft and…

“Cleveland selects Johnny Manziel…”

What ever happened to that guy? Yeah, maybe he didn’t really need the dollar he bummed off me for medicine. You just don’t know who to believe.

Then, this year the Browns were supposed to finally put it all together. They were a possible Super Bowl contender and what happened? They realized they are Cleveland.


That’s not to say the Steelers aren’t having problems. The quarterback who backs up the quarterback, looked like he was dead on the field. Turns out he was KO’d and needed to be carted off the field. The only problem being, the cart didn’t work.

So instead, he had to be held up and walked off the field. Like a Brown’s fan leaving the game.

“How’d we get outside the stadium?”

“What happened to that girl I was doing good with?”

“Where the hell are my pants?”

Remember, things can always be worse. Yeah, I know, what am I supposed to do with my Sundays?

Why not take a drive up to Cleveland? I hear the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is worth a visit. It’s not that crowded on a Sunday either…although that could change any day.

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