Are you familiar with the personal seat license concept? Basically, loyal and rabid sports fans are made to pay an exorbitant fee for the right to then buy tickets and watch games. It’s the big thing in the world of new arenas.
I’ve heard that in New York people are paying as much as $20,000 for the right to buy tickets to eight games of Jets football. Once you’ve plunked down the 20k you’re made to pay several hundred dollars per game. In Dallas folks are forking over 100 grand to pay an additional $6,000 over the span of eight Cowboys games.
Why doesn’t the restaurant industry work this way? If my customers agreed to a personal seat license of only $2,000 in the “new Franktuary,” we’d be able to open said “new Franktuary” next month! Somehow, I get the feeling that if we attempt this concept there will never be a new Franktuary and the old one will have lost most of its patronage.
Then again, if you explained the concept of a PSL to a Jets or Cowboys fan 20 years ago, they probably would have questioned your sanity. Even as a sports fan, now I’m questioning theirs.
Six Super Bowls. Congratulations, Steelers. Hooray for Pittsburgh. Franktuary salutes you.
Pittsburgh’s going to the Su-u-per Bowl. Here we go. Stillers. Here we go…
Having a Super Bowl party? Well then, my black and gold buddy, you’re going to need frankfurters. Inquire about a Franktuary Super Bowl party package today!
A complete aside, but have you ever given thought to how much a grocery store clerk can learn about you solely because of your purchases??? If you are what you eat and most of your food comes from the grocery store, that clerk might just know more about you than do some of your personal acquaintances.
The Roethlisfurter is back, people. Joining him this year is the Pola(malu)nesian. Come check them out!
Have any of you ever had Entenmann’s Holiday Cupcakes?
Delicious, I tell you.
Recently, I picked me up a box of the Valentine’s variety. They’re all gone now, but we created some great memories together.
I like to take off the icing and save it for last, but not quite last because when I’m done with the icing I like to chew the cupcake wrapper as if it were a piece of gum just to be sure I consume every last bit of flavor.
By the way, I thought of a brilliant Steelers Super Bowl promotional item yesterday, and it has nothing at all to do with cupcakes. I can’t tell you about it right now. It’s top secret. Soon enough, my friend, soon enough.
It’s official, the Pittsburgh Steelers are my third favorite team in professional sports. They were fun to root for before because I’ve lived in the heart of Steelers’ country for the past three years, but now they’ve purchased my affection. Thanks to the Steelers and PNC Bank, Hot D***a has had its best day on record.
Only the New York Rangers and New York Yankees rank ahead of the Steelers now, because, hey, no amount of money can ever replace childhood memories. That said, I will root for the Steelers above all other football teams for the rest of my life and I will make an effort to keep up with them no matter where I find myself in the future.
NBA teams take note, a “favorite” slot is still available to you. Bidding starts at $500. Inquire within! 31.
Guess I spoke to soon about our mild winter ending! That’s great news if you ask me. Fifty degree January weather makes everything better. I went inline skating with Vinny the dog this weekend, and I’m not sure there’s anything I enjoy doing more in Pittsburgh. He’s a fast one alright. We went around the point up the Eliza Furnace trail and back. Good times, for sure.
So, you might have heard that the Steelers have a game in Detroit this weekend. PNC Bank knows about the game and is putting together a pep rally this Wednesday, from 11:00 am – 1:00 pm. I guess they think it’s a pretty big deal.
The rally will be held right down the street from Hot D***a at PNC Plaza (Oliver Ave. and Wood St.) and is open to the public. WDVE radio will be there. Hot D***a will be there too, providing free food. Come downtown and join the fun!
All this talk about PEP makes me thing of “The Big Flub,” Duck Tales episode #73. Let’s hope we don’t see any “Big Flubs” from Kendall Simmons, Pittsburgh Steeler #73, on Sunday. 28.
It’s been a big week of movement. Physically speaking, that is. It’s a good thing I used to be employed as a caddy and a mover of fine furniture, among other things. It’s also a good thing I drive a minivan.
People LOVE the fact that I own a minivan, but they’d never want to own one themselves. Sometimes that’s exasperating, but most of the time I’m happy to help. Besides, if “people” knew the secret soccer moms across America and I share, well, let’s just say the old Windstar would have a MUCH higher blue book value.
What am I talking about? You’ll just have to purchase a minivan and join the club. We have a secret wave that we give when we pass each other on the highway. Just remember, NEVER give that wave when traveling below 55 miles per hour. You’ll ruin everything. I’ve said too much, but trust me, you have no idea what you’re missing.
Anyway, I have a friend who is in the process of moving from Sewickley to Pittsburgh, and I helped him transport everything he owns on two evenings this week. One of those evenings was last night. Independent of that move, I hauled a very large and heavy couch last night as well.
Then, this morning, I toted 500 cans of coke and 500 servings of pretzels from Restaurant Depot to Hot D***a for a Super Bowl shindig to be held this coming Wednesday. I’ll be doing some more work related heavy-lifting into the wee hours this morning. This, friends, is precisely why I can eat a frankfurter or five every day without reservation. You should try it and forget the diet!
Of course, if you can’t eat five I won’t hold it against you. Just as long as you realize that’s no excuse to pass up a visit to Hot D***a!
Those Stillers are looking pretty good these days, eh? Clearly, they’re receiving enough attention, so I’m going to write about something else today. Not that I think they should be ignored.
In keeping with the sports theme, I’ll talk about the Penguins.
I propose that Fox Sports Pittsburgh turn them into a reality TV show. Fire all the front office and coaching staff and put authentic yinzers in their place. Watch the sparks fly. Things really can’t get worse for the Pens, and with my plan, ratings would go up even if things did get worse. It would be entertaining television, for sure. ESPN might pick it up. Hot D***a would sponsor it, if we could afford to sponsor something like that. 20.
Today Hot D***a received a complimentary Terrible Towel from PNC Bank. That was nice. It’s in our window, and because of that, I now feel like an authentically Pittsburghian person. There’s really not much more to it, is there? I’m pretty sure you can do whatever you please in this city, and as long as you’re a Steelers fan, you’re in.
Where I come from there are probably more people who care about football than there are people in Pittsburgh, period. The thing is there are most definitely even more people than that who don’t care at all. I’m pretty sure some New Yorkers don’t know that their city has a football team, let alone two of them. You can pick pretty much any special interest and make the same claim. In Pittsburgh, when it comes to the Steelers, EVERYBODY cares.
Grandmothers, check.
Infants, check.
Transplants, check.
Community artists, check.
Heart attack victims, check.
The Pittsburgh Symphony, check (I have credilbe proof).
It’s a remarkable thing. I definitely don’t appreciate football like a native does, but how can I not watch the game this Sunday? Steel City, I salute your passion. 16.
