For the past two years, however, I have been here, amidst the followers of a certain rare bird of prey. Unrelenting in their passion for all things Eagles, the fans of Philadelphia remind me of the fans of Pittsburgh, save for, of course, the jewelry adorning our five fingers. It's this same relentlessness that has holed me up in places like Fox and Hound or my humble abode for fear of verbal abuse at showing my true colors. Throughout the playoffs I have not had that same fear. I have been waving my Terrible Towel, proudly sporting my Super Bowl XL championship t-shirt, and humming the"Here We Go, Steelers" anthem that has been a part of Steeler lore since the era of Terry Bradshaw, Jack Ham, Franco Harris, Lynn Swan, Jack Lambert, Mean Joe Greene, and the rest of the vaunted Steel Curtain defense.
