If you haven't heard, Pittsburgh got dumped on big time. It started snowing at around 3 p.m. on Friday, and didn't stop until early Saturday morning. By that time, it was like 1912 all over again. You couldn't get anywhere, nothing was open, and people were cross-country skiing in the streets (we get it, you're more outdoorsy than everybody else. Congrats, now get out of my way because you're gliding slower than I am walking).
It's Monday morning, some of the streets still aren't plowed, and I could not get my car out of it's spot (you can actually see it on the far side of the street in the above picture). It's been quite the sight the past few days, as the snow is still piled high but the weather had been gorgeous, which makes the combination all the better (that is before the snow turns into a combination of dirt and garbage). It's good to see people putting their deck chairs to use in the streets as parking space holders, if there's one good thing to come out of a blizzard, it's fold-up beach chairs seeing the light of day in February. One thing that really grinds my gears is some people's inability to shovel the sidewalk in front of their house; it would only take two minutes and it keeps pedestrians off the road. Although on the flip side of neighborly love is everybody's willingness to throw caution into the wind and risk throwing their back out in an effort to push a complete strangers stuck-in car. One thing I can not get over; if I was in high school, I would be pissed. The good snow storms always come on the weekends.
Before I go any further, congratulations to the Saints on winning the Super Bowl last night. I actually slept through the first half and only awoke as The Who was busting through "Who are You?" I did not see that TAINT coming from Peyton (but really, who did?), which unfortunately, kind of iced the game. Drew Brees and his kid was probably the most endearing shot of the night, much better than seeing Jim Caldwell stare blankly at the Lombardi trophy and continue to show zero emotion.
The Pens lost a thriller yesterday afternoon. I don't have much to say about this one, except that AO is ridiculous, he is the best player in hockey right now. All your hockey news can be found at Empty Netters, and the Pensblog had their reluctant recap. Tough weekend for the Pens, you gotta expect Ray Shero to make a move soon.
Soccernet has a nice little recap of Landon Donovan's performance in Saturday's Merseyside Derby. The really good news from this past weekend had to be Jozy Altidore scoring his first EPL goal. Jozy seems to have fallen prey to the unrealistic expectations of US soccer fans (Freddy Adu is a has-been despite the fact that he is still just twenty; although many fans would dispute that as well), but considering Jozy has been playing/starting consistently for an EPL side as a 20-year old, I think the kid has been doing a pretty good job. He's drawn more than a few penalties and Hull isn't exactly an offensive juggernaut, so it's no surprise he's not lighting up the scoreboard. Patience people, patience.
Now that the NFL season is over, BTSC has some dates for you to circle on the calender. And then there was this fan-post about Ben and why he is still better than Drew Brees. I love me some Big Ben, but evaluating a quarterback by their winning percentage is like doing the same with pitchers in baseball. You know who else has a say in the record of a football team, how about the defense, special teams, and everybody else on offense. Don't get me wrong, the QB is the most important player on offense, but even he can't be responsible for the quality of his team's defense. All you have to do is look at this past season, despite Ben having his best statistical season, he only won nine games. I just think that saying Brees is better than Roethlisberger is like saying CC Sabathia was a better pitcher this past season than Zack Grienke because he had more wins. Their both great quarterbacks, but I think it's pretty obvious that Brees is better right now (including this past season).
This kind of defines my life.
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