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The dork in this picture actually fooled three Pittsburgh area women into thinking he was a member of the Steelers. He went the backup-tightend route, then the backup-QB route, but once got a woman to believe he was Big Ben.
You are laughing, right? At the woman, probably. Who could be dumb enough to think that this schlub was the Super Bowl winning quarterback? Well, fairly simply, someone who doesn't give a pimple about football. Add in this:
According to courthouse officials, he knew more than enough about the Steelers to work a room with tales of the team. Those familiar with the case say he had an encyclopedic, nearly obsessive knowledge of the men he said he was: he knew where they were born, where they went to school, what they drove, the names of parents and wives and children and pets. And he could recall a player's TV highlights as if living inside the moments of another man's life.
If he can do that, what is the difference?
Here is what the Steeler impersonator has to say for his actions:
"If this happened in Las Vegas, it's just another day. But there's no news here except the Steelers; if a Steeler breaks a toenail, it?s news. I was on every station from here to Texas. Thing is, I'm not really a big Steelers fan. If I had a favorite team, the Cowboys would be it. But this has turned me off to football."
Looking at him, I'm wondering how much ass he could get if he spilled some coffee on his tie, said some inane shit about travelling, and spoke longingly about Brett Favre.
---Chumley reporting.
The dork in this picture actually fooled three Pittsburgh area women into thinking he was a member of the Steelers. He went the backup-tightend route, then the backup-QB route, but once got a woman to believe he was Big Ben.
You are laughing, right? At the woman, probably. Who could be dumb enough to think that this schlub was the Super Bowl winning quarterback? Well, fairly simply, someone who doesn't give a pimple about football. Add in this:
According to courthouse officials, he knew more than enough about the Steelers to work a room with tales of the team. Those familiar with the case say he had an encyclopedic, nearly obsessive knowledge of the men he said he was: he knew where they were born, where they went to school, what they drove, the names of parents and wives and children and pets. And he could recall a player's TV highlights as if living inside the moments of another man's life.
If he can do that, what is the difference?
Here is what the Steeler impersonator has to say for his actions:
"If this happened in Las Vegas, it's just another day. But there's no news here except the Steelers; if a Steeler breaks a toenail, it?s news. I was on every station from here to Texas. Thing is, I'm not really a big Steelers fan. If I had a favorite team, the Cowboys would be it. But this has turned me off to football."
Looking at him, I'm wondering how much ass he could get if he spilled some coffee on his tie, said some inane shit about travelling, and spoke longingly about Brett Favre.
---Chumley reporting.
