I really admire the Pittsburgh fans. Ran into a few thousand of them on my way from the Observer to Bank of America Stadium tonight.
They understand. They understand football. They understand having a good time. They understand that they can like their team and yet not hate the world.
I brought my older kid to a game in Pittsburgh in 1999, left him in the bleachers, in the snow, while I watched from the press box. Hey, I was working.
As long as he didn't cheer too loudly for the visitors, fans took care of him.
I like the city, the people, the food and the football tradition. If they want to turn downtown Charlotte into Pittsburgh south, that's fine, too.
Of course, when I was up in Pittsburgh for a regular-season game last December, I saw Panther jerseys. There were two Steve Smiths and a Julius Peppers.