I Hate Pittsburgh

Some random thoughts, because I'm a little too tired to string together a long, coherent blog.

-- There's a bathroom at the Eagles stadium, a men's room, with no urinals. Only stalls. GROSS. Bro, guys do not know how to deal with it. I dare you to go into ONE of those stalls by halftime and not have it overfilled with #1 and #2. And on the floor. The only positive is that you don't have to be next to some drunk dude while you release your fluids. Nothing worse than urination anxiety bro.

-- Pittsburgh Steelers fans are the worst. Not because they behave that poorly, which I guess they don't. I was just annoyed at how many of them there were at the game yesterday, and how proudly they wore their colors. I was expecting more fights at the Linc yesterday, and was moderately dissapointed there weren't. Just moderately. I just know at the Vet, there would have been more fights. Did I just say I wanted more fights? I mean, "it was good no one got hurt."

-- I have a new found respect for George Thorogood and Billy Squier. Those guys penned nothing but GOOD TUNES. Everybody funny, now you funny too.

-- We had the dudes from Unearth on Rockers on Friday night. Great dudes. Every time. Trevor said he thought Death Magnetic was better than the Black Album. We tested Trevor for drugs afterward. I'm also invtestigating his relationship with Heavy Hitter's Jason Rudolph.

-- I am on NO SLEEP.