September 7th, 2006



Pittsburgh looked beautiful. And so did those Permanee's sammiches. And Bettis' entrance in that big fucking bus could not have been more awesome.

Somehow, we managed to sit through the whole game at the tavern, despite a) sitting in a hostile crowd of haters and b) a bunch of wiggers playing dee-jay and diddling around with a keyboard and bow-chica bass (damn I wish I were making that up). I think that makes us The Most Dedicated Stillers Fans Evar.

In short, they could've played better, but Miller, Ward, Porter, and Polamalu came through when we needed them.

Also, the Dolphins head coach throws like a five year-old girl.