Forget Friday the 13th. In Pittsburgh, the freaky October date will always be the 14th.
Why's that? Well, 25 years after the Pirates' collapse in Atlanta, we're still not ready to relive Game 7 of the 1992 National League Championship Series. (But we will watch this gem over and over, as it happened 57 years ago today.)
But we do wonder what the baseball world might have looked like had Sid (Bream) never slid safely across home plate for the Braves.
The hockey world had not stopped spinning as of Wednesday. Go figure.
Perhaps Sidney Crosby accompanying the Pittsburgh Penguins to the White House wasn't the end of life as some people know it.
How was your Sunday? It probably wasn't worse than the one had by the Pittsburgh Steelers.
And if you want to know what it was like in the locker room (other than a certain franchise quarterback questioning if he "has it anymore"), keep reading below.
The Pittsburgh Steelers don't have a quarterback controversy.
They can't. They would need an actual NFL quarterback for a controversy.
At this particular point in the Stanley Cup Final, the Nashville Predators had scored on 12 of 122 shots. To hear them then, the Music City's hockey heroes felt fairly confident they were dispelling the legend of Matt Murray.
As he had made a habit when it comes to discs of cold, vulcanized rubber, Murray sharply tracked words that formed a question from a Pittsburgh know-it-all.
His eyelids did not blink. His eyeballs did not roll upward, as if to search for words of his own, or sideways, as if to shoot signals for help from a member of the Penguins' been-there-done-that media relations staff.
As a huddle of few reporters formed into a half-circle of many, Murray seemed only to see the know-it-all, studying the know-it-all's mannerisms for clues.
He had been studying for a while.