"My momma likes Bacardi. That's why we call my little sister 151."
In the two weeks leading up to the Super Bowl, we're usually bombarded with a flurry of nonsensical stories that are usually only tangentially related to the game itself. Most of the stories tend to be of the human interest sort. For example, did we know that Shaun Alexander enjoys chess? Or that Jerome Bettis loves cheese fries? Not very illuminating stuff but, heck, it's the Super Bowl and we, the astute readers, are keen on the fact that newspapers have space to fill.
Every once in awhile, we hear stories about the fans themselves. Oh yes, those crazy wacky fans.
In my entire life of being a sports fan, I don't think I"ve ever seen anything more astounding than this. It's the story of a young Steeler's fan named "Seven" (yes, it's like that old "Seinfeld" episode...but IN REAL LIFE!)
According to the article, "Seven was born Oct. 26, 2004, between Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger's fourth and fifth consecutive victories of his rookie season. Although Seven's parents -- who live in Indiana, Pa. -- are often asked whether they named their son after Mr. Roethlisberger, they were actually inspired by another Western Pennsylvania institution: After driving by an 84 Lumber sign, they "decided to go with something numerical," said Mrs. Barber."
Seriously? I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Poor kid. You Steelers fans sure are CRAZEE!