Smell that? That's the smell of football season.

Dear Steelers,

Tonight is the first game of the season. Win or lose, I will love you forever. But I'd really like us to win. So you know, Ben, no interceptions, please. And James Harrison? Keep on keepin' on. You rock my socks off, dude.

And Troy? Oh Troy. I love you a ridiculous amount. You and your soft voice and your crazy hair. I love that you aren't anywhere near the ball and then BAM! The ball's in your hands.

And Rooney family? I love you too. You with all your classiness, and your Pittsburgh pride. You with your Obama love, and your ambassadorship to Ireland. (Is ambassadorship a real word?)

I know you are going to win, Steelers. Because some Titan players stepped on the Terrible Towel and ended up watching the Superbowl from their couches at home. AND NO ONE STEPS ON THE TERRIBLE TOWEL AND GETS AWAY WITH IT. Don't worry Steelers, this year we're going to bring home the Lombardi trophy a seventh time.

I love you Steelers. I am so glad to see you again.

Love,
Lisa