My heart was in Pittsburgh last night as I watched every minute of the game. It was a good one! We cheered, we moaned, we held our breath, we made our knuckles white, and we cheered some more. We ate popcorn for dinner. The girls watched the first part of the game with us before going to bed. They waved their terrible towels. I wore my Steelers socks. It was fun.
It made me miss Pittsburgh so much! I remember watching the Steelers win the Super Bowl three years ago while living in Pittsburgh; you cannot imagine how that city erupts when their team wins even just a regular season game. My whole neighborhood would explode. But for the Super Bowl? The noise and celebration was unbelievable. Even the non-stop Steelers news coverage (it was, like, 23 minutes Steelers, 7 minutes everything else, no joke) for six weeks was a funny memory that produced the slightest twinge of longing. (At the time, it was uber annoying.) We miss you, Pittsburgh.
And did you see that interception and 100 yard run (touchdown!) by Harrison? Longest play in Super Bowl history? Amaaaaaaaaazing.
And, what was up with all the lip synching? I hate lip synching. So not cool.