Yeah, I can pretty much echo all of this aside from the Jim Otto jersey LOL.I recall watching the 72 loss as mentioned, probably due to how my dad reacted.
Don’t recall a thing about the 71 WS. Too young.
We apparently were among the many in WPA who couldn’t see the Immaculate Reception game because it was blacked out. I have no recollection of it. Started to know vaguely about the Steelers and football that fall though. I knew Franco’s Italian Army. I knew Gerela’s Gorillas.
I distinctly remember my dad coming in to our dining room when we were about to have breakfast and mentioning that Roberto Clemente had died the night before. He was very sad. I didn’t truly KNOW what Clemente was but I certainly got the gist from that that his passing was a serious matter. My dad never made any similar announcements like that before for sure.
I remember watching the divisional playoff with my dad the following season when the Raiders got revenge on the Steelers with a pretty thorough beating. Not much of the regular season.
74 was when I really got into it, watched every Steelers game and the playoffs and Super Bowl. I really understood more nuances. Recall watching the blowout over the Bills in the divisional playoff. Recall watching Oakland win the divisional game over Miami in the final seconds and feeling “sports dread” for the first time (as an eventual Pitt fan, Dread along with its cousin Disappointment would become commonplace through the years). Then the euphoria of the AFC Championship in Oakland and the Super Bowl. I wrote a short story in 3rd grade about the Super Bowl, recall it vividly.
At the same time the Pirates were rolling their way through competitive seasons, but never getting as close at they did in 72. Recall a pretty thorough beat down from the Dodgers in one of the divisional playoffs. Mostly recall there were dramatic races between the Bucs and Phillies mid and late decade.
I was thoroughly off and running as diehard sports fan by then. I’d watch and follow other teams and games besides “my” teams. I collected and traded baseball and football cards. I recall trading a Jim Otto card to my 4 th grade teacher (a Raiders fan, blasphemy!) for a Franco Harris rookie card, which was a big deal to me (and I sure wish I’d kept).