It was 1972 and I was 7 years old. To that point the Steelers had played in two playoff games in their 39 year history, winning neither. This year, however, they didn’t seem to be the Same Old Steelers. We had an exciting new rookie first rounder out of Penn State. It was my first season paying attention. I had taken my newly acquired skill of writing cursive and sent a letter to Franco asking to be inducted into his Italian army. He didn’t write back, so I figure I was 4-F.
My father had been a lifelong fan, having grown up in Pleasant Hills, just off Rt.