Listen, I get it, it's Pittsburgh.  It's a tight-knit, blue collar community built on years of perseverance.  I've been to Pittsburgh several times.  I like Kennywood, I've stayed in a plush hotel in Station Square overlooking the vaunted Allegheny river.  The rest of the city is historically beautiful.  If I grew up there I'd love to be part of it all, and the Steelers fans that actually live in Pittsburgh and spend their hard-earned money to show up and Heinz field, those guys, my hats are off to them.

My beef is with the toothless, brainless yokels that pop up all over the country with their ebay-ordered "Terrible Towels".  It'd be tolerable if any of them were from Pittsburgh, but none are.  They just enjoy what the Steelers embody.  A bruising, blue-collar running game from the redneck sticks of Appalachia.  I've gotten into more scuffles with Steelers 'fans' at Invesco than with any other crew.  The Vikings had a similar faction of morbidly obese, blindingly white fans this past season, but nothing like the Steelers.

The best was while I was watching a telecast of the Mike Tirico radio show on ESPN2 yesterday morning.  Broadcasting from Arizona, obviously.  Some douche bag in a Steelers jersey, towel in hand, decided to stand behind the set and wave his towel for most of the show.  Are the Steelers in the Super Bowl?  No.  This guy woke up with the intention of being a douche.  Take a week off, moron, didn't you blow your load a couple years ago when the refs gave you a SB victory of your own?

FanIQ asked me to list the teams I hate in my bio.  I don't hate any teams.  I respect the heck out of professional athletes.  I just hate the bandwagons full of ugly inbreeds that live vicariously through teams in cities they don't live in, just to cause a reaction.

Most adults ignore you guys.  But when that empty bottle hits you in the back of the head and you turn around to see who threw it - I'll be standing there.