Weekend Musings

This blogging thing isn’t as easy as it seems. You’d think it’d be easy to string together one thousand words incoherently, but it’s not. Well, actually doing it isn’t. It’s finding time to be incoherent. Between working 11-12 hour days and being a raging alcoholic, it’s tough to find time to write about my weekend adventures. And somehow, I persevere. I’ll get off my soap box, and get into the weekend musings.

Tough to figure out what my favorite moment of Saturday night. A coworker was celebrating her birthday and you know what that means. Everyone is getting shitty, so drunk Barney doesn’t stand out as much. Anyway, the bar that we went to had a small band playing. Just a singer, a guitar and a guy on bongos. And you know what they played? That’s right, they covered Pac’s California Love. And I’ll be damned if I didn’t start doing Pac’s dance from the video. Another person decided this would be a good picture to get, so I’m on facebook somewhere doing the Pac dance. I’m about one more dumbass picture away from being on pace with Brady Quinn last summer.

The second candidate is probably the winner. We’re at a diner after the bars close (2 AM? What is that?), and we’re that table. We clapped when someone at another table burped. Someone called a girl walking by in a stripperesque outfit Britney Spears. We thought we ran the diner. Until someone decided to mention something about Pittsburgh. A guy from the table next to us goes, “Did someone mention Pittsburgh?” My first thought is, “Uh oh, we might have gone too far. I’m really not in the mood for a fight.” He then proceeds to open his blazer. If this was Boyz N the Hood, a 9 mm would have come out. Instead, he shows off the inner lining of his jacket. It’s gold with “Steelers” written in black. He than defiantly says, “Pittsburgh fucking Steelers.”
After about 10 seconds of absolute shock, I started to comprehend what just happened. First, an apparent Steeler fan had decided that he needed a jacket to show his support. A Starter jacket wouldn’t do, it had to be a blazer. Second, this blazer wasn’t just for Sundays in the fall. Nope, he’s wearing it out Saturday night bar hopping. Third, had he been waiting all night to show that off? This is where the questions began. Were we the crowning achievement of his evening? His life? What would he have done if he went home with a chick? Should I be in awe of this man who captivated an entire diner filled with drunks or spite that he has fallen so far that he uses the Steelers as his source of self esteem? I left this diner more confused than I had entered it. And yet I had a sense that I had witnessed something that might never be equaled. One thing is for certain: I will probably figure women out before I understand Steeler fans. Actually that’s a lie. I will never figure either of them out.

I’m not sure how I follow that up. I think I’ll just wrap it up B. I’m trying to do multiple NBA episodes. First, we’ll have the final results of the Barney NBA Standings. And something extra special to kick off the playoffs. (Commence anticipation)