I went to Pittsburgh once for a Red Sox game. After the game, walking across whatever bridge back downtown, some yahoo tried to burn me with his cigarette. I very nearly threw him over said bridge.
That's my one and only Pittsburgh story.
Texas plays her, I mean them, this weekend.
Unfortunately Texas is a bit busy with a coach's stripper (her name is Pole Assassin, can't make it up) honeypot monkey that attacked and severely injured a trick or treater.
No rain here but we also had to turn on the furnace this morning. It was 64 and that's the cutting point where the wife starts witholding vital needs from me so yea, heat's on.