Which team is the more lovable to America?

TheSnowPlow · Feb 6, 2011

The truth is you’d be hard-pressed to find any stadium in any sport as
intimidating as Heinz. At least not in January with a trip to the Super Bowl at
stake.

I've never thought so. :snack:

Croak · Feb 6, 2011

Burgh Splat Lambert said: ↑

PITTSBURGH (CBS 2)– For all of its glitz and glamour, the new Meadowlands
Stadium will never be Heinz Field — even if the Jets or Giants become the best
team in football for an extended period of time. Steelers Nation has us over a
barrel. I know. I saw it myself first hand. I may never be the same.

The truth is you’d be hard-pressed to find any stadium in any sport as
intimidating as Heinz. At least not in January with a trip to the Super Bowl at
stake.

Everything you’ve heard about Pittsburgh and its love for its football team is
true. But since we live in a talk is cheap society, the only way to know for
sure is to visit the Steel City and see for yourself.

So I attended the AFC Championship game on Sunday, totally mindful of the city’s
reputation for being unforgiving to opposing fans. But as I sit here and type
away following the 400-mile trip back to the tri-state area on Monday (it took
much of the six-hour trip to get the feeling back in my fingers), I can tell you
without hesitation that Pittsburgh’s reputation and love for all things gold and
black is very much for real.

It’s in your face and it’s relentless.
You’ve heard stories about the “Black Hole” in Oakland and the hatred
Philadelphia fans have for basically everyone, including their very own teams
and players. You’ve seen the fans up in Boston do a number on Yankees fans and
the folks out in Foxborough lay into Jets supporters. Everyone by now is aware
of what a trip to the Bronx is like, especially in October.
Here in the Steel City, visiting Boston fans would **** in their pants.

Trust me, they don’t hold a candle to the ferocity of Pittsburgh fans.
It didn’t really matter that the Jets beat the Steelers at Heinz back in Week
15. It didn’t matter that the Jets were flying high after having beaten both
Peyton Manning and Tom Brady in their houses the previous two weeks. None of it
made any difference to the Steelers fan whatsoever.

That’s because, to a man and woman, the people of Steelers Nation know that at
home in the playoffs their team is better than everyone else, period. They carry
themselves in a way that pushes the envelope of sportsmanship to the edge, but
never quite oversteps the imaginary boundaries. Only 312,000 people live in
Pittsburgh, but on game day all 312,000 are a united front against all enemies —
foreign, domestic, you name it.

To put it simply, the city of Pittsburgh may very well be the single greatest
homefield advantage anywhere in professional sports. We, as Jets fans, had — or
at least thought we had — strength in numbers. Looking back, it’s real easy to
understand why we totally missed the boat on that one.

It started about 50 miles west along I-76. Every last road sign warned us about
a lot more than slippery roads. “GO STEELERS” was flashing on every last sign.
Every car had a Steelers flag or decal. People at rest stops looked at us funny,
as if to say “Oh boy, fresh meat.”

We were eventually greeted with a rather spectacular sight at night. Sitting at
the base of a mountain lies the NFL’s model city. Sure, it also has the Pirates
and Penguins — and of course the latter is rather tremendous in its own right —
but make no mistake, Pittsburgh is football country. Stanley Cup championships
and dreams of a .500 season in baseball are merely just distractions until
football season starts.

We got to our hotel, which was located about three miles from Heinz, and it took
about 12 seconds for the assault to begin. We walked into the lobby. We weren’t
even wearing Jets gear and they knew. I immediately envisioned my credit card
being charged double or triple.

Fans just started pointing and snickering. The guy at the registration desk did
his best not to laugh at us. The Penguins were on the TV playing the Hurricanes.
Only the presence of a few foreigners from New York could tear their eyes away
from the screen. And even then it was just for a second. They shot their looks
of death, shook their heads in disgust and then went back to watching the game.

Saturday night in Pittsburgh was an event. Through Twitter we put together a
group of about 20 Jets fans and we decided to try our luck on Carson Street, or
the other official place where opposing fans go to get ridiculed. Upon entering
“Jack’s,” more of a college bar where trouble wouldn’t need much of an
invitation, I saw near-retirement age men wearing the types of Mark Sanchez
T-shirts that decorum prevents me from describing here. We did take solace,
however, in the fact that beer prices were very manageable. I will take to the
grave the opinion that the bartenders and bouncers only allowed us to comandeer
their establishment because our green, in a lot of cases, was more plentiful
than what they were used to receiving.

There were no incidents to speak of, but there was plenty rewriting of the Jets’
main chant. You can probably imagine what was said. Again, it was sort of par
for the course, but what made it insane was it never stopped. You’d think the
Jets were the worst team in the league with the way the Pittsburgh people were
talking. So what if the Jets won there a month ago. The stakes were higher now
and the cream always rises to the top in Pittsburgh, they said. It most
certainly did as we all saw.

After several hours of battling the hometown fans we
worked our way over to Primanti Bros., arguably the greatest sandwich place in
North America. It’s so good it’s open 24 hours a day. The guys working there
laughed at us initially, but the New York cash roll rule was still in play so
they did their best to behave, along the way telling us how lucky we were to get
there when we did. Why? Because unbeknownst to us we had arrived before last
call at the bars. If we had shown up 45 minutes later we would’ve been in the
deep end of the pool with about 200 sharks.

We spent the better part of Sunday preparing for what we thought would be the
Jets’ coronation from team on the cusp of greatness to one that would finally
end the 42-year drought between Super Bowl appearances. We dressed for the
bitterly cold temperatures cautiously, trying to imagine how the players would
go about their business in the locker room. I mean I literally asked my buddy
Dom for a roll of tape. The only thing missing was John Facenda’s voice over an
NFL soundtrack playing in the background

Again, we were foolish. We were noobs. We were stupid enough to listen to our
hearts.

The fine people at JetNation.comput together a massive tailgate about a
half-mile from Heinz for any Jets fan that survived Saturday night. We had a ton
of people. We ate like kings not knowing it was really a last supper of sorts.
No matter how well we thought we dressed for the elements we quickly found out
that Pittsburgh is really the North Pole and that we’d actually slept through
our trips and been unaware that we took a detour through the Bermuda Triangle.

It was a rather standard tailgate until around 5:30 p.m. when we all decided to
head to Heinz. This is where things really got intense. You have to walk that
half-mile and for our group it was more like walking death row. I kid you not.
Fans of all ages in our faces, some throwing snowballs. Profanity brought up to
an art form. Old ladies giving us the evil eye. Children giving us the finger.
College-age males railing away on us like we tried to dance with their dates.

It was crazy.
At most NFL stadiums it’s now an ordeal to get inside. Security is rightfully a
very slow, arduous process so, like in the image shown above, you’re often
packed in tight like sardines. At the Meadowlands, no problem. Someone will say
something funny and it will help pass the time. But at Heinz? Ha. Did I mention
before how much they don’t like Sanchez? Well, add Rex Ryan to that list as
well. It almost felt as if I was Rex and my buddy was Sanchez and the guy next
to him was Antonio Cromartie.

Once inside it was get a beer or go to the bathroom at your own risk. Teaming up
was a must, not that it would have made much difference if someone in gold and
black or green and white had had too much to drink. The bathrooms were an event.
You’re waiting on line and you have a choice to make. Do your business now and
deal with the wrath or be uncomfortable for a while. Either way, you were going
to be uncomfortable.

The upper deck of the north end zone at Heinz, the “Lost” island of western
Pennsylvania, as I like to think of it, was just madness. You sit down, the fans
are on you. God forbid you cheered once, you were ducking a flying beer. We just
prayed Sanchez or the defense could find a way to get the Jets on the board
early. Of course, that didn’t happen and by the time it was 17-0 in the second
quarter we knew only a true act of NFL Jesus was going to spare us the true
humiliation that we had yet to experience.

The Jets did salvage what was left of our lives with a spirited and frantic
comeback in the second half, but, alas, Jets Nation was left wondering if Year
43 of the wait would be the final year. The abuse died down a bit as we
dispersed following the final gun, mostly because the Steelers faithful had
shifted their hatred of the puny Jets to the mighty Packers. We were left to
fend for ourselves on the three-mile trek back to where we would lay our heads.
Some guys suggested going out to a bar to drown in our sorrows, but I knew
somehow that would be a bad idea so we, for sake of a better term, jetted to the
relative safety of our hotel.

The six-hour drive home on Monday was filled with your typical lamenting of what
could’ve been. Luckily for me my travel partners were diehard Jets fans with
good heads on their shoulders and lots of perspective. We got over it pretty
quickly — the loss, that is.

What we will always take with us is the beatdown we received in the belly of the
beast.

As the sun set Monday evening we pulled up alongside the new Meadowlands
Stadium. One of my buddies laughed while announcing we had come full circle.

Not me, I thought to myself. Part of me died in Pittsburgh.
And those ravenous fans dragged what was left of my soul through the streets.
By Jeff Capellini
CBS Sports, New York, New York.

Oh, brother. He obviously needs to get out a bit. I've been to Washington, Baltimore, Philadelphia, Pittsburgh and Green Bay. There is NO other football experience like Lambeau in December. None of these other places are even close. I live in PA. Yes the Steelers have loyal fans, but the whole darn town of Green Bay is the Packer's stadium. The design of Lambeau, the Packer Hall of fame, Curly's, are all a total football experience unparalleled by wannabes, even Pittsburgh and Dallas.

Stillernation · Feb 6, 2011

Thats a great article Lambert!Bottom line is,Steeler nation is world wide!We have the most fans globally,the NON fans hate us due to success.The Pack does have a great fan base,I think this Super Bowl is special because so.Cowgirls are said to be Americas team,BS...They have the biggest band waggon no football knowledge fans though,I will give them that!

LombardiChick · Feb 6, 2011

Stillernation said: ↑

Thats a great article Lambert!Bottom line is,Steeler nation is world wide!We have the most fans globally,the NON fans hate us due to success.The Pack does have a great fan base,I think this Super Bowl is special because so.Cowgirls are said to be Americas team,BS...They have the biggest band waggon no football knowledge fans though,I will give them that!

Not true, actually. I certainly don't hate you because of your success.

Croak · Feb 6, 2011

Stillernation said: ↑

Thats a great article Lambert!Bottom line is,Steeler nation is world wide!We have the most fans globally,the NON fans hate us due to success.The Pack does have a great fan base,I think this Super Bowl is special because so.Cowgirls are said to be Americas team,BS...They have the biggest band waggon no football knowledge fans though,I will give them that!

Can you document this? I've read that the Cleveland Browns have the largest worldwide fan club. Then I read that the Patriots did. I know personally the Packers have tons of fans in Germany and Europe.

suzeluze · Feb 6, 2011

Pittsburgh Steelers fans' are the football equivalent to baseball's Boston Red Sox fans. They flood your stadium (wherever you are), talk trash the entire game, and then go back home only to do it again the next time the teams meet.

Jayman · Feb 6, 2011

I kind of agree that more people seem to like the Packers - of course my opinion is kind of biased. Like it's been mentioned Steelers team is kind of trashy, so the appeal isn't so great.

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