That's Church

I’ve been hunting and hunting and hunting for a video of Seth Myers from Saturday Night Live’s Weekend Update waving his Terrible Towel in tribute to Myron Cope (Seth’s father is a Burgher and Seth is a lifelong Steelers fan) and I hit the jackpot after an hour … yes, an HOUR of searching!

Do you realize how much I love you?! The things I do for you? The precious time I waste for you?

When I finally found it and finally got to see for myself his touching tribute, saw the towel unfurl and saw it waved by an obviously experienced Terrible Towel waver who waved it with what can only be called gusto, I thought to myself, “This must be how Matt Lamanna feels every time he discovers a new dinosaur.”

The video is here and you want to jump to the very very last few seconds to catch his tribute.

You’re welcome.

Also, if you found this video yourself and you found it in less than an hour, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT.

Let me bask in the glory of my find, ‘kay?

As you know, the Home and Garden Show is coming to the David L. Lawrence Convention Center of Randomly Collapsing Beams this March.

Remember last year when they designed a room for Lukey that surprisingly wasn’t decorated with a beer-stocked fridge, Guitar Hero, randomly strewn copies of Battling Snow for Dummies and Chicken Soup for the Mayor’s Soul, or a life-sized cardboard cutout of Tiger Woods … nekkid?

Well I guess that “rooms for celebrities (cough)” idea was a hit because this year, they’re doing it again, only they’re doing it for REAL celebrities.

Celebrities like my imaginary self-united husband and future best friend David Conrad.

In addition … ASID members were planning spaces for local actor David Conrad and industrialist Henry Clay Frick.

Nancy Drew and Jeanette Waksmunski of Drew Designs, co-chairs of the room project, are working with Mr. Conrad, best known for his role in the TV show “Ghost Whisperer.” His interest in the city’s steelmaking history will be evident in the decor, Ms. Waksmunski said.

First, NANCY DREW?!!? Awesome.

Second, WTF? Does that mean that his room will be decorated with more of a blast furnace feel and not so much of a wall-to-wall shrine to PittGirl feel?

Bummer.

Also, I’ve never attended a Home and Garden show in the Burgh, but holy crap, I will risk the randomly collapsing beams to view this room … and kiss it.

The Steelers and Ben Roethlisberger have reached an agreement on a six-year contract extension worth $102 million, including over $36 million guaranteed.

And that agreement was, “Give me all of your money and screw Alan Faneca.”

Worth it?

PittGirl says no, but I’m sure you all will put me in my place about it.

So The Duke of Fug and the Earl of Gross, he of the HAWT LESBIAN SUPER BOWL ACTION, he that cannot be marred ever in the eyes of his devoted minions, apparently hit up Vegas last weekend and both MSNBC and the New York Post caught him in action:

Via MSNBC, The Duke was in Vegas:

Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger was also in Vegas — he hit the Playboy Club blackjack table with friends and bodyguards by his side. A source says he was placing bets of up to $8,000 per hand.

Via the NY Post:

March 3, 2008 — PITTSBURGH Steelers QB Ben Roethlisberger sure knows how to live it up. Spies at the Playboy Club in the Palms Casino in Las Vegas spotted the player last week “burning the midnight oil at a blackjack table.” Flanked by friends and bodyguards – not to mention a bevy of ladies – the gridiron hero “dropped $25,000 at the tables” last Sunday, and hit the tables again Wednesday night.  “He was flirting with the Bunnies, smoking cigars and drinking vodka Red Bulls” before heading down to N9NE Steakhouse for dinner.

You go, Benny.  Get on with your fug, gross self!

Also?  Benny could have thrown one of those Bunnies down on the blackjack table, had his way with her, bitch-slapped her, ordered a puppy from the concierge, drop-kicked the puppy, spit at a baby, and flipped off a nun and his minions would STILL be all, “But, PittGirl, he’s playing for JESUS!”

(h/t Chris and Mary)

1. Burghers far and wide? It is going to be like 65 degrees here in the Burgh today. And sunny. In early March. Do you know what this is? This is Winter’s way of saying, “I am not an unreasonable season. I can give a little sometimes.” We’ve been given a glimpse of what’s to come for Spring. Crisp air. The promise of flowers. The return of birds that don’t try to sit on my head and have a poop. Open-toed shoes (I currently want every pair in the Macy’s windows. Seriously, the shoes this season ROCK!).

And you better enjoy this glimpse of Spring while you can get it because tonight and tomorrow it is going to RAIN LIKE A MOTHER.

I’m pretty sure that’s what Valerie Abati said this morning — RAIN LIKE A MOTHER.

So this morning, I enjoyed it. I didn’t button my coat. I didn’t wear one of my ever-present scarves. I think I smiled the whole way to work. And yes, that was me screaming down the Parkway with my window cracked open ever so slightly, and badly singing along with Big and Rich’s Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.

Oh, come on. If you would listen to it, you would agree. It is a great it’s a great day song.

2. The Cutting Edge column in the PG’s Sunday Forum section has shouted out to PittGirl two weeks in a row now. So I wanted to be sure I shouted back. Also, they’ve picked up some of your comments as well.

3. Barry Bonds back to Pittsburgh?! HELL NO.

Although, my throwing arm could use a little aim practice.

Bonds is under federal indictment for perjury and obstruction of justice. Heʼs 43, and a tad injury prone. And until the Roger Clemens media circus left him in the dust this week, he was the public face of baseballʼs performance enhancing drug scandal, a player booed vociferously wherever he went. And before the steroid scandal, Bonds was widely hated as an arrogant man; his disdain of fans and the press probably cost him an MVP earlier in his career.

Yeah, that’s just what the Buccos of Suckitude need. An arrogant, old, roid-rage prone criminal to complete our team.

No thank you very much.

(h/t to everyone that emailed me about it)

3. If you’re so inclined, you can sign a petition to have a bridge named after the late, great Myron Cope.

(h/t Barb)

4. Speaking of the Steelers, Alan Faneca is getting PAID.

Alan Faneca, seven times a Pro Bowler, became the highest-paid offensive lineman in NFL history yesterday when he agreed to a $40 million contract with the New York Jets.

“I’m relieved,” Faneca said early last night. “There was a lot of thinking going on, I’m glad to have it settled.”

Thinking? You don’t say. That gosh darn thinking will get you every time.

We’ll miss you, Alan!

5. Alison Morris is up to 3% of the vote on that poll. Have you voted yet? Have you deleted the cookie and voted again, yet?

6. Marc Andre Fleury shutout the shootout last night in the game against the Atlanta Thrashers and their new team members Colby Armstrong and Erik Christensen.

Awkward!