Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Yinz Should Visit Picksburg

Now I'm not usually a "your town sucks" kind of guy because I was born in the Baltimore area and we get our fair share of shit. Every place has its pros and cons and I kind of think its stupid to trash an entire place because you don't like one particular part.

However, I will make an exception for Pittsburgh. My only beef with them is the damn Steelers, or Stillers as the Picksburg locals like to call them. I won't get into football specifics, but chances are if you're reading this blog you bleed purple and black (and maybe a little orange when the O's are winning), so I don't need to explain any hatred I may have for the team.

As far as the city goes, its not that bad. I had some fun times it old Pittsburgh when my cousins lived there and even rooted for the Steelers waaaaaaay back before Bodymore stole itself a new team. Also, how could I hate a town that makes a sandwich like this?

God bless you, Primanti Bros. You're doing the Lord's work.

Truth be told, the only thing that makes this news story uniquely Pittsburgh is the Dusquesne t-shirt and the regional Pittsburghese dialect. Put a Terps shirt on the guy and switch the "yinz" to a "youse" and that guy could be from Essex or--dare I say it?--Dundalk.

I guess at the end of the day, those damn Yinzers really are just like us Baltimorons. We're both from blue collar cities that like to overeat and we are passionate about our football teams. We just have a less rapey quarterback.

My point is we're all trashy and should probably stick together. Enjoy the video.


  1. What makes this video even more stellar is the fact that he has leopard print sheets.

  2. I'll bet they become best friends...

  3. Why would you curl up on the rad-e-ator when you can snuggle with that hunk of man... roarrrrrr. Do you even remember going to Pittsburgh? I think you are full of shit... and lies. I know it because you left the bathroom door open again and I smell it.

  4. I remember Pittsburgh. We went for Judy's first communion and you were afraid of Cary. Then I ate Lucky Charms out of a toy frying pan on a Fisher Price stove.