I don’t like Pittsburgh.
I don’t like the city. I don’t like the Penguins. I still harbor a grudge over the Pirates beating the Orioles in the 1979 World Series. I don’t like their stupid sandwiches. And I absolutely, undeniably despise the Pittsburgh Steelers.
That might be too harsh. I do like the sandwiches. And Mr. Rogers was cool.
But the rest is all true. Watching the Penguins pants my Capitals in the playoffs year after year has resulted in more hair loss for me than genetics and being a girl-dad combined. That World Series defeat — after going up 3-1 — has left me suffering flashbacks every time I hear “We Are Family” or see a Willie Stargell reference.