Sleep soundlessly

[firstcapital]

Watching the game on the couch with his brother, he sighs. Pittsburgh losses the super bowl, though the aforementioned city is sound asleep. His head on Philly's lap as he clenches a pillow he was holding. Josh looks down at his brother. The City of Champions was defeated, he's actually happy. But at the same time he's upset. Pittsburgh was suppose

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[yinzers]

We loss, huh?

[firstcapital]

[Josh snaps out of his trance, tearing his eyes off the tv and looking down at Pittsburgh.]

Yup, it was a damn close game, don't get me wrong.

[yinzers]

{He snorts, sitting up on the couch. Sitting Indian style, he hugs his Steelers pillow tightly.}

But not close enough. We didn't play like we meant it, we didn't give it our all. It was terrible Josh and you know it.

[firstcapital]

[Flicking his brother's forehead while staring at the TV, he chuckles.]

Not at all, what matters is you actually made it that far. Shoot you even had injured players out on the field still playing with their all.
What you need to do is stop being hard on your team. Winning isn't what the game is all about dumbass.

[bawlmer]

[yes, you might here the distant call of the wild, a little drunken baltimore, leaning out a window in the Maryland house and screaming to the world:]
SHITTSBURRRGHHHHH!

[firstcapital]

[Getting up slowly, careful not to wake up Pittsburgh, Josh shoots out his window.]

At least he went to the Super Bowl, Baltiwhore!!!!

[With that said, Josh hears a loud thunk. His brother falls off the couch with a groan.]

[bawlmer]

FUCK YOU DEAD EAGLE, AT LEAST I HAVE MORE THAN A BELL.
[that snorting laugh probably gives her away as more than tipsy, but she could give a shit less. anytime she can pick at pennsylvania, she fucking takes it.]

[firstcapital]

[Oh no she didn't.]
Mind you it's the best fucking bell in the Goddamn land! you just wish you had one!

Late but I don't give a shit. Shit. SHIT!!!!

[labayeverte]

[ Suddenly: a Green and Gold Vuvuzela. ]

PAAAAAAAAAACKERS!!!

[yinzers]

{Sitting up on the couch, his eyebrow twitches. It takes everything in him not to chuck Josh's TV out of the window at Green Bay. Instead, he'll crawl over to the window, opening it slowly.}

I let you win! {Pittsburgh is a sore loser.}

[labayeverte]

[ Do you have the strength to do that and toss it from this distance on such a small target? ]

Oh come on! Ya and I both know ya were tryin' to come back!

[ Another blow of that Vuvuzela. ]

[yinzers]

{Sticking his head out the window, he frowns.}

No I wasn't, like I said I let you win. I felt sorry for you and no worries, I'll win next year.

[killwaukee]

[ can you hear that nasal chuckle coming from miles three feet away? ]

[yinzers]

{Pittsburgh can hear that, and he'll ignore it. Must focus for next season. He'll surely be a winner then!}

[killwaukee]

[ BLOWS ON VUVUZELA

for, you know, added measure. ]

[firstcapital]

[Pushing Pittsburgh aside, Josh yells out the window.]

Shut the hell up, it's over already!! Pittsburgh bombed, we all know he's a loser, just don't rub it in even further.