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The Feeds

Are you ready for some football?

I'm a die hard Angels fan. I went to my first game when I was 4 weeks old and vow that I'll take my kids when they're just as young (provided they're born at the right time of the year). Outside of baseball, I have no real team loyalties. I love watching hockey, but usually root for the team that my friends root for, or barring that, the team with the nicest uniforms. I couldn't care less about basketball really. I root for the Lakers sometimes, and other times root against them.

Football is a little different. I have no team loyalty over a long period of time, but I do pick one team each year that I'll root for, and I stick with them the entire season. I've been a Tampa Bay Buccaneers fan (coincidentally, they won the Super Bowl that year), a New England Patriots fan (they won that year too), an Indianapolis Colts fan (they didn't win the year I officially picked them, but they won when I was just in love with Peyton Manning) and a Green Bay Packers fan (no wins in any year I was a fan, dangit). This year I'm picking the Pittsburgh Steelers as my team.

Now, I know squat about the Steelers, except that their QB is Roethlisberger, and their kicker is number 3. I am under no delusions that I am a real Steeler fan. In fact, I've declared that I'm only a fan-by-association, and cannot be held responsible for knowing things a real fan should know (Like the name of the aforementioned kicker, which I think is Jeff Reed, but I'm not entirely sure). I only chose the Steelers because I've started dating a Steeler fan, and have become friends with his crazy Steeler fan friends. Plus, I value my life. (I kid!) (mostly…)

I don't remember who's in their division, I don't remember if they're AFC or NFC, but if you're a fan of whoever they play, consider this the requisite smack-talking that a real fan might throw down. Because us fan-by-association types are just too classy for that. Or so we like to pretend…