For as long as I became a full-fledged football fan, the Pittsburgh Steelers were my team. My mother had grown up in Pittsburgh and passed on her yinzer pride to my older brother, Charlie. On the other side, my father had grown up in Massachusetts and has been a massive Patriots fan since even the dark ages before Tom Terrific came around.
Once I fell in love with football, I had a very important decision to make. There was something about the Steelers that drew me in more than the New England Patriots. It might have been the influence of my older brother, who I looked up to like many younger siblings tend to do.