This weekend I traveled to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania for my brother's hockey tournament. These are some things I observed:
1)
Steelers Nation: The Pittsburgers (Pittsburgians?) love the Steelers. LOVE THEM. We happened to stumble into a mall on a football Sunday when they were playing, and at least 30% of people (basically anyone who wasn't a tourist) was wearing a Steelers jersey. This percentage includes small children.
It kinda looked like this.
2)
The Penguins?: The sports fans love their football, but hockey? Not so much apparently. Amidst the slew of Steelers fans, I think I saw one person wearing a Pens t-shirt. Sam, who loves the penguins dearly, went around trying to find a Fleury jersey, to no avail. They had mounds of NFL paraphernalia, but when it comes to hockey, maybe it's not such a big deal.
On the other hand, I have much love for Sid the Kid.
3)
OMG HILLS!: Every street we drove on was on a hill. EVERY ONE. Maybe downtown Pittsburgh was a bit more plateaued, but I think we all had a few moments when we were scared for our lives.
And sometimes even worse.
4)
Getting lost: If you pissed someone off in Pittsburgh, and they told you to "get lost!", I think it'd be pretty easy. Okay, yes, that was lame, but kinda true. There were so many roads/ highways with construction and detours, but mix that in with the semi-mountainous terrain and a bunch of narrow streets and you have yourself a Pittsburgh driving tour. Number of times we got lost: >5. To give you an estimate of how bad it was: we wanted to go to Cracker Barrel for dinner, it turned out it was actually only 10 minutes away from where we were. We were driving around for an hour and a half.
And our faces looked like this!
5)
City of schools: There are a lot of universities in Pittsburgh. I think I counted 5. I don't know if they're all affiliated to one main school or what, but it just seemed that there were a lot of education buildings in a small area.
Simply one picture.
UP NEXT: Part two: Awesome things about Pittsburgh, PA
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