Celebrating This Epic Blog And Its Awesome City Of Origin
On the twelfth day of this month, my home of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania will celebrate its two-hundredth anniversary of becoming a city. While the Steel City celebrates its bicentennial, this will officially become the fiftieth (or half-centennial to use a phrase I just made-up) post to my little blog here. A personal milestone that has been eclipsed in my life with the fact that I recently, just last week, in fact, welcomed my third child into this world. To honor these for years to come, and to utilize my superpower of finding misery in the most joyous of occasions, I will take these three subjects one at a time and break down the pros and cons of each.
Pittsburgh: the greatest city in the countryI hold very few things dear that are outside the sphere of what I have personally chosen or created, but my home city of Pittsburgh is one of the few exceptions. I've been to New York and Los Angeles and hated every second of my time spent there. Big, noisy, crowded, and overpopulated, for a recluse like me with self-diagnosed social anxiety I have two words... no thanks. Pittsburgh hits my perfect balance of being big enough to matter, but small enough that's it's not so overwhelming. A terrific history in culture, stories, and sports. Pittsburghers are passionate about their city, their teams, and their own be they born and raised like Andy Warhol or Dan Marino; or adopted like Andrew Carnegie or George Romero. We have our own amusement park, one of the greatest museum and library systems in the world, restaurants, clubs, music, or whatever else you're looking for. Not to mention, our own language. The birthplace of the Big Mac, the banana split, Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, and the almost famous Primanti's Sandwich, there is no shortage of things for Yinzers to be proud of.
Despite all the good, there are certain things that my fellow Pittsburghers do that just make my skin crawl. Now while I speak fluent yinzer, the one phrase I just can't get behind is "red up"; as in "company is coming over so red up the room". Another "Pittsburgh thing" I hate is the use of the "parking chair". Pittsburgh gets a good amount of snow, it's one of my favorite things about this city. And when that snow hits, you need to shovel your car out of the parking spot. Now common courtesy would be to only park in a shoveled spot that you helped clean out. However, despite the previously mentioned annual snowfall (and the fact that this city's already questionable driving skills drops to a near zero, but I digress...), the need for a parking chair should be unnecessary and can easily be forgiven by the supposed "victim". I have often wanted to drive around with a truck and collect the curbside seats since their presence is illegal anyway it wouldn't be stealing. Finally, the most annoying yinzer trait is too much passion as it pertains to sports. God forbid a national announcer ever say a call against a Pittsburgh team is good officiating, for they shall be written off for life as someone that is biased against the Steel City, and should be fired. Unfortunately, there are many who take this personally for some odd reason and feel justified in making personal threats against said announcers and their families. And that kind of reaction is almost, ALMOST, enough to make me want to leave.