Best bets went Scoop 3-1, Bones 3-2, Rowdy 2-1. We got murdered in the guess 'em games. Overall numbers were Scoop 8-8, Bones 7-9, Rowdy 7-9. I stared at the three heavy home favorites (Pittsburgh, Atlanta, and Denver) and debated taking all three dogs or all three faves. Overreacting to the predictability of Week 11, I once again indulged one of my pet theories about the NFL - i.e. that Parity is Dead - and went with the faves.
In other news, in our Brown family pick 'em pool, of which Bones and Rowdy are but two members, our charming and accomplished 21-year-old sister is beating the snot out of us with a gaudy .565 winning percentage. She's not old enough to remember the Super Bowl teams.
Bubby Brister may be her earliest Steeler memory. Our sister, we'll call her Annie for now, must have been six years old. She found one of the Steelers helmets that Bones and I used to wear as teenagers when we played "Earl Campbell" in the neighbor's backyard. She put on yellow sweatpants, rubbed black stuff under her eyes, and put on her Bubby Brister jersey. It was Halloween. We took a picture and mailed it to Bubby care of Three Rivers stadium for his amusement.
He mailed it back, which we never expected, with a short message addressed to our sister. "Dear Annie," it said, "Lookin' good!!! Signed, Bubby Brister #6" or whatever his number was, I forget now.
For her sake more than any other reason, I'd love to see the Steelers go to the Super Bowl and win big. Super Bowl XXX was okay but not all that.
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