Like man fans across the sports spectrum, I can remember where I was on the night the Pittsburgh Steelers climbed the ladder once again, claiming that elusive fifth Super Bowl title, knocking off the Seattle Seahawks 21-10 on Feb. 5, 2006 in Detroit, Michigan.
I was at home glued to the TV in front of the fireplace watching the game with my parents, chewing on my fingernails hoping that my favorite team — the team that I lived and died with each week — could finally give me the sport’s ultimate goal: a Lombardi Trophy. Once the clock reached zeros, I remember running into the snow-covered street with my childhood best friend, banging on pots and pans and screaming our heads off like crazed dogs, enjoying the moment our team won the championship.