So I went to the Steelers-Eagles preseason game last night with my dad. During a TV commercial timeout right before half time, they showed this guy on the big screen:
He was getting ready to do a half time report.
Almost everyone in the stadium started clapping. Except the young woman next to me. She asked me, “Do you know who that is?”
I almost chuckled at first, as if she was trying to be funny. She wasn’t. I said, “Are you serious?” She was. I looked at my dad; we both looked at her; the guy in front of her turned around and looked at her.
“It’s Terry Bradshaw,” I said.
“Oh,” she replied and paused. “Who is he?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Are you kidding me?” I asked. She wasn’t. “Am I on Candid Camera?” I asked around. “I’m waiting for Allen Funt to come out here.” She kept waiting for an answer.
“He led the Steelers to four Super Bowl victories in the 70s,” I explained.
I later apologized to her and told her I didn’t mean to offend her. I explained that if I happened to go to a Penguins game and people cheered for some old guy, I’d probably wonder who it was. I’m not a hockey fan.
But I know who Mario is.