Greg Hohman
In Sunset Beach just south of LA, I watched with three Bethel Park natives. A case of a cause uniting old rivals. The intense game was punctuated by an odd emanation: A next-door neighbor would shine a flashlight through the window in vain attempts to silence our primal groans and cheers. After the win, the host opened a 20-yr-old bottle of Moët et Chandon. Only the best for the Steelers - and a guest from Mt Lebanon.
Addendum: I stopped watching football after the stories came out about brain injury, esp. the Mike Webster story.
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