Cowher Power has gone Sour

When Detroit and Pittsburgh faced off in the battle for Lord Stanley last season, Jerome Bettis remained neutral on which team he would cheer for. A native of Detroit, Michigan, but a legend in Pittsburgh, he made the right choice not to pick a side.


Bill Cowher was born in Crafton, Pennsylvania. He coached the Pittsburgh Steelers for 15 consecutive seasons with an overall win-loss record of 161-99-1. He led the Steelers to two AFC Championships ('95, '05), and brought home that one for the thumb in 2005 with the Super Bowl XL victory. With a pretty solid reputation established in the city of Pittsburgh, Cowher retired from coaching after the Super Bowl win. He then decided to reside in Raleigh, North Carolina where he has been living since - a whopping four years.


Fine.


But when he was shown on national television sounding the "hurricane horn" with Carolina's mascot by his side cheering him on before the start of Game 4 in the Eastern conference finals, it hit a big nerve. Despite the fact that the hoaky horn was silenced for the season quickly when the Penguins swept the Hurricanes, Cowher disgraced himself. Decked out in red - literally head to toe when his face turned the color of a tomato as he began cranking the arm to sound the horn, with his chin still sticking out farther than his nose and a grin stretched across his face, watching him actually, publicly, cheer for his "hometown" , or more like "current residence" was more annoying than Subway's Five Dollar Foot Long commercial, or Detroit's octopus tossing antics.





Now, living in Raleigh, if he wants to be a stickler for fitting in with the crowd and cheer for the sports team of the city he is living in, fine. Especially because being a Pittsburgh sports fan is very much a love-hate, hit-or-miss situation for the most part when dappling in other sports markets. If Cowher felt the need to embrace the pride of the only professional sports team of his residency, whatever. But I would prefer he do it in the comfort of his home. Not to the tune of some 19,000 hockey fans. Not to mention the millions of people watching the game on television.
Get your priorities straight Cowher.

April showers bring May...showers?

~ I decided this morning as I stepped out my front door into a dismal and gloom-filled rainy day, that I hate umbrellas. I have to walk a solid 6 steps, 5 if I stride, to get to my car. Now, despite the torrential downpour of water that was bucketing itself onto my head for that quick jaunt, I had absolutely no desire to get out my handy-dandy, fit-in-your-purse-when-dry, umbrella. What's the point? I thought to myself. There is so much effort taking it out - as if my hands are not already full, leaning awkwardly out the door to try and open it properly... (because heaven forbid I bestow upon myself bad luck for doing it the easy way and just opening it up inside the house) ...so that I can swoop out the door without even feeling as much as a mist on me. Then, when I get to the car, I have to manuever my armful of items and jockey them into one arm in order to open the car door. Followed by yet another very awkward lean and plump into the drivers seat like I am some sort of beached whale. but wait, the saga isn't over yet. I still have to close the drabby thing, shake it off a little bit, bring it inside the car, close the door and put it somewhere approriate without getting myself and all my things wet either. Did I mention I have to try and find a home for my coffee, purse, planner, lunch and jacket as well?

Now, my simple solution was to simply not bring an umbrella with me today. I grabbed a jacket with a hood, plopped it on my head so that I did not have to worry about carrying it, giving me more handsfree opportunities, and also giving my protection from good ol' Mother Nature. So there you have it - my anti-umbrella, simply solutions rant. Or maybe I am casting my annoyance onto the wrong item. Maybe it's not the umbrella that I hate more so is the rain in the morning when I am trying to get to work still looking have kempt. It's a difficult task for me to do on a sunny day, let alone.

~ While we are on the subject of nuisances, I am not a fan of automatic toilet flushers. I won't go into details because frankly talking about toilets in any capacity seems inappropriate and gross to me and doubt that you want to read much about it. But I think they are the laziest, most ineffecient "invention" of our time - next to those dorky handsfree bluetooth things for your phone that make people look like they are walking around talking to themselves. ...Or even worse, you think they are saying something to you and you go to respond and it turns out they are talking on the phone via a little plastic thing hooked onto their ear. Cell phone techies have a sense of humor.