Sometimes it's easy to forget just how much you hate the Pittsburgh Steelers until that Sunday comes every year when the team and their hideous fan base descend upon downtown Baltimore.
It's one of those rare things in life for me, that I can't even justify it or rationalize it or control it, that visceral feeling I get when I see anything black and gold with that ugly emblem on it.
And I know it's not mature or adult-like or even sensible, but I ju ...