(a Steelers fan bromance)
The passing of time brings faint the memories of youth. As a sweet aroma that spreads its gossamer delights upon the breeze and then fades away, so the fate many my fanciful notions of childhood has followed. Naiveté, the curator of the stores of my hopes and dreams ravished by time that has vitiated my innocence. Yet amid the blur of anamnesis, recollections of you shimmer still; acutely as the radiance of a thousand suns. For you were my first and abiding love and no ravishment of my lucidity can rout you from my soul.
By the insistence of providence I was shepherded to a conservatory. Within its Black and Gold hem abide sumptuous ethic, the same of which I desired to entrench in my life’s rondure. Prompt grasp of its ubiquity the causation of my unmitigated pledge of fidelity. Gazing rapturously upon the sporting tableau, amidst the tumult, my fixation settled upon your exploits. Remiss in this account would I reside if not a proclamation of full sanction penned here by your devotee.
For in thine arduous defense of those precepts, I found a champion of which I situated my plenary devotion. Vehement, unrelenting enforcement against all adversary whom protest the excellence of our tenets. Savior faire despite varied onslaught. Turbulent aegis of fraternity. Operatic backlash upon villainous slight. I profess gleeful culpability in consent of savage retribution to all rivals, yet in defense of my imperator, I bid no amends. In the confines of the game all adherents fathom their peril.
At the terminus of your office in the manner befitting the apotheosis of dignity, you decorously retired honorably. Procession of decades since your reign abound in creditable offerings, but none as laudable, none as festooned with ardent devotion to precepts of Steel kinship as “My sweet Jack”. In infinite devotion my cerebration of you shall never fail, nor will my recitations for your grandeur. Fair sailing and following seas my Captain until we meet in the next realm!
Let us not forget that the term “fan” is derived from fanatic. What is it about sport that can turn the average mild mannered human into a raging lunatic. What is it that drives us to invest so much of ourselves in another person who is playing a game. I make no claims to having answers for those questions, but they do deserve careful consideration at some later time. The focus of this piece however, was my bromance with my favorite Steeler of all time. Jack Lambert.
(Though I wax poetic in this piece and declare my bromance with my favorite Steeler of all time, don’t believe for a second that it isn’t true. In a true “sports sense” Steelers heroes are as vital and endearing to a rabid fan as any other love that can be had. In no way romantic, but truly heartfelt and lasting.)
Who is your favorite Steeler of all time? and Why?
With Love, SteelHobo.