So THIS Is What 63 Diamonds Looks Like...

There are probably an undefinable number of cliches to use in this instance, not the least of which would be "kiss the rings, bitch."

But embarrassingly, I can all but guarantee I've used that one before on here...and frankly, it sucked that time, and it'd suck again if I used it today.

So I won't.

Instead, I'll let the immortal words of the Cash Money Millionaires speak for me...


A notion articulated equally as well by Black Rob...


Apparently each of these bad boys are worth $15,000 (the rings, that is...not the Cash Money Millionaires and Black Rob...I'd be surprised if those fools were worth $15,000 combined). Which means each one of them is worth at least three times what my car is worth.

Also, PXI tells me that Max Starks's ring is the biggest. Which seems appropriate given that it pretty much puts his ring size in proportion to his salary this season.

Anyways, you don't care about my words.

Just look at the pretty pictures...


Glamour shot...


Lombardi Trophies make me sweat...


The irony of having a helmet on the side of Ben's ring is palpable...

Here's to working towards a 7th ring in '09!

And props to Steelers.com for the images!

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Good To See Everyone Kept Their Pants On...

20 bucks says the Steelers were more productive yesterday than most of us have been in our entire adult lives.

By now I'm sure you've read all about it.

Instead of just welcoming them in, shaking their hands, pausing for a few choice photo ops, and then sending them on their way, President Barack Hussein Obama had the team pitch in to stuff approximately 3,000 USO care packages for our troops overseas...


Without making an overt political statement, all I'll say is...change we can believe in, indeed.

Frankly, I'd wax poetic about this for several paragraphs, but Tec pretty much said it all in his post yesterday.

It's only fitting that the Steelers were the first team Obama congratulated and put to work for the benefit of those who are serving our country.

Now, why Arlen Specter's face was up in all this, is another story...

...one that I think we all can pretty much figure out on our own.

But that's neither here nor there.

Anyways, instead of engaging in any type of extended discussion on the subject, I figured I would simply share with you all of the images of yesterday's festivities I could find. By the looks of it, Silverback really missed a lot.

Oh, and if the Steelers win Super Bowl XLIV too, I really think they should rename the White House, the Black and Gold House...


Now, enjoy these pretty pics, which I think provide a perfect, natural segue into Memorial Day weekend...





























Right, sorry. One more thing - GO PENS!!!

Happy long weekend, my pretties! Soak up some sun. Grill up some tasty treats. And most importantly, drink up! See ya next week.

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He Must Think "White" House Is A Racist Term...

Here's the part where everyone in the known interwebiverse freaks out about something that really makes no difference.

I get it. It's the offseason. We're a month removed from the draft and a little less than a couple of months away from training camp. The Brett Favre retirement-unretirement stories have tapered off. No one's been arrested in several days. No one's fathered any illegitimate children in several days. And no one's shown their dick to the world in several days. So what else is there to make a big deal about in the NFL right now?

Still, if the Defensive Player of the Year doesn't want to go take an audience with Barack Obama, President of Hittin' Dat Ass, what the hell do I care?

And listen, I don't mean to sound unpatriotic...

I'm a huge fan of America and if I was ever invited to the White House, you better believe I'd drop this keyboard, put some pants on, wipe the chocolate pudding pop off of my face and leave my Mom's basement in a heartbeat. But this is a privilege, not an obligation. Besides, maybe given Obama's 15 State of the Unions since January, Silverback figures he's seen the man enough.

I don't know. I just write a blog.

And for anyone who thinks James Harrison needs an excuse...

Good enough for you?

Now, may the best Staal brother win.



Go Pens!

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Leave It To A Browns Fan...

Apparently some garbage "newspaper" out in Phoenix, calling itself the Phoenix New-Times, ran a story just before the Super Bowl titled, "Talking (to) Trash." And as you might imagine from it's oh so subtle suggestiveness, that headline refers to the writers view that we Steelers fans are "trash."

The whole thing is basically a bulleted list of some pretty out of line insults that Cardinals fans could throw at Steelers fans, which I'm willing to bet was probably necessary since Arizona's fan base seemed pretty ill equipped to do much of anything in a traditional fan sense.

I'm not even going to paste some of them on here they're so obnoxious (See: Invoking the name Kordell), but if you wanna get fired up, feel free to check them out yourself.

Some of the "tamer" ones were...

"You know what separates Cardinals fans from Steelers fans?" Then, open your mouth, point to your teeth and say, "They're all real, baby!"

"Big Ben's not gonna to remember his mama's face if he takes another big hit. He'll be hugging the first wrinkled skank in cut-offs he sees."

"You're drinking beer out of a cup? Security must've taken your Mason jar."

"Man, I'm surprised you can cheer so loud with black lung!" (Any authentic Steelers fan's got at least a cousin or two who's died from the terrible disease.)

Of course this hack is a Browns fan. Which, apparently because of the Browns consistent bed shitting, he feels entitles him to be an asshole.

Frankly, if my team were so miserable year after year I'd have a hard time talking shit to anyone. But as we well know, Browns fans are a highly irrational bunch devoid of logic, common sense, and decency.

I just find it rather amusing that this guy's a Browns fan and he's calling Steelers fans trash? He must not know any other Browns fans.

Be sure to read the comments. I'm pretty sure they're all from Steelers fans.

What a waste of internet space.

Steelers Won Super Bowl XLIII, Domski Disrobed...

I wish I was making that up. Had we all known Domski was planning on taking his shirt off when James Harrison recovered Kurt Warner's 3rd Quarter fumble, I think we all might have needed a bathroom break at the same time. But we didn't. And so, in victory, we all bore witness to his half-nakedness. Still not sure how I made it home safely yesterday, now that I'm partially blind.

What a game, huh? I mean, what can you possibly say that would do that win justice? I'm not sure they've invented the words you'd need yet. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times...

The Steelers led for somewhere in the neighborhood of 52 or 53 minutes, and yet, with two minutes and 30 seconds left, we found ourselves with two timeouts, the ball at our 22, and needing to go 78 yards if we wanted to win, a few less for a tie. Enter Santonio Holmes. Four catches, 67 yards, one really disappointing miss and one really awesome touchdown. I seriously thought he'd been pushed out. I thought, no way this guy got his feet in on that. It's cool that I don't know what the hell I'm talkin' about, because I'll be damned if he didn't!

But I think one of my favorite parts about that whole game was the amount of times I saw our guys in Kurt Warner's face, finishing their tackles (wink wink).

You might have forgotten, since we only officially registered The Wood's two sacks, but any chance the Steelers got, they were puttin' Kurt Warner's face in the turf...much to the delight of myself and everyone else watching at Casa Del Domski.

Anyways, you know how you know this was a big game? Because the Pensblog wrote about football.

So I should say - Congratulations, Steelers!!! Cigars all around...







I doubt highly that you need me to play parrot and repeat to you every glorious moment from that win on Sunday night. If it's a vanilla game recap you're looking for, you've come to the wrong place. But I will say this...


Youngest Head Coach to win a Super Bowl EVER.


Longest play in a Super Bowl EVER.


Most Super Bowl Championships of any NFL franchise EVER.


Six WRs have been Super Bowl MVP. Three of those six have been Steelers.


Woodley had 2 sacks and a strip, thus extending his streak to four consecutive playoff games with 2 or more sacks and also extending his streak of consecutive games being an animal to like...at least 19?


Silverback had four tackles, the INT, and the fumble recovery. Check out how fired up Ben was for Silverback's INT...

EXTREME!


Santonio the Great had 9 catches for 131 yds, and one supremely badass TD catch, en route to securing the game's MVP award.


Ben was 21/30 (that's 70%) for 256 yds, and was the other part of said supremely badass [game winning] TD. Oh, and on that play he made to Heath, you know which one I'm referring to - did you notice that the defender grabbed Ben's throwing arm, but he spun out and still made the throw?

They should've given out two MVP awards.


The O-Line only let up two sacks! Yay! Maybe we should let them go on that field trip to Sea World they've been bugging us about.


James Farrior had a hell of a game too. Seven tackles, six solo. Old man can still ball. Just ask Edgerrin James.


Timmons was all over the place. He may not have sacked Kurt Warner, but every down he rushed Warner, he came damn close. And in a hurry. Not to mention his closing speed out in coverage. Superman is a vag. TIMMONS is faster than a speeding bullet.

By the way...

Michael Phelps - 8 Gold Medals


Santonio Holmes - Super Bowl and arguably playoffs MVP

What do they have in common?

Thus proving that the real MVP on Sunday night was the Weed.

Santonio = MVP. Most Valuable Pothead. Dan Rooney looks shocked.

We know who the MVP was, but the real winner yesterday?

Mike Tomlin, who escaped the dreaded Gatorade bath. This, I just can't understand. I mean, isn't it like, a rite of passage to get drenched in yellow sugar water that looks like cow piss?

Oh right, and it wouldn't be a Super Bowl win without Hines Ward turning on the waterworks.

Hey, 2 catches, 43 yards. On a bum knee. I'll take it. Cry on, Hines. Cry on.

So what can you say about the Cardinals?

Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie...

There's only one word in the English language fit to describe what Santonio did to you on Sunday. Abused. Welcome to the league, rook.

I mean, yeah, I was pretty pissed off that we let them come back. Larry Fitz was his usual self. Uncoverable. I think they had Troy on him for most of the 1st half, which kept him pretty busy. But then in the 2nd half I guess they switched it up more and had Ike on him? Either way, the guy averaged 18 yds a catch and was responsible for almost 2/3 of the Cardinals 23 points. Ridic.

Also, let the record show that Kurt Warner threw for almost 400 yds, and all three of the Cards' TDs. And yet, they still lost. I suppose we could say that says good things about our performance. But not really.

How valuable were all those 4th Quarter comebacks this season? That "practice" paid off big time on Sunday.

By the way, don't let Cardinals fans confuse you, they lost the game from minute one on. They held the lead for all of literally two minutes. Albeit two crucial minutes. But outside of that, no.

The same goes for Cardinals fans pulling a "Holmgren." You wanna blame officiating because Kurt Warner threw a pick six from the 1 yd line, at the end of the 1st half, when you were getting the ball first in the 2nd half? Fine by me. You must understand, though, every team gets a few calls, and gets screwed on a few calls. The only thing that really matters is...

SCOREBOARD. Read it and weep, suckas.

Still, congratulations to the Cardinals themselves. Losing the Super Bowl sucks, but what a post-season they had. Ken Whisenhunt should feel pretty good about where that team's at now. Plus, I mean, any team who's got Mike Boni as a scout has only clear skies ahead. Very well dressed clear skies, in fact. Anyhow, congratulations, but not really.

For those of you wondering what my Mom thought...

This is infinitely better than when she called me a "bee-yatch" on Saturday. Thanks again for the encouragement in life, Mom.

And finally, I've officially launched my campaign to stop any and all merchandise employing this blog's namesake from being sold...

At least without giving me a nod. I have contacted the NFL via NFL.com and I expect them to give the matter the full respect it deserves.

At least print it out before you delete it.

SUPER BOWL CHAMPS!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! KL:NAKLNALKNGFSLKDNGNSDFKLSDGN LKSDFKLMS DLKF KSDF

I LOVE THE STEELERS!

...and so does Domski (who also loves Nicole)...

Big ups to Sheena Beaston for speedily providing the Whitney Houston jam. Clutch effort like Big Ben. I owe you a high five.

Rejoice with me?