BUNS OF STEEL ~ By Absolutely*Kate . . . #flash'fiction

~ BUNS OF STEEL ~

By ~ Absolutely*Kate

 

Naked men! Wooohoooo! Daddy didn't tell me it would be like this. I mean, I know the ground shakes and good play calls cause trembles and quakes, but I wasn't quite prepared for the Big Show, several days before the Curtain was set to rise again. Now this is something. Follow me in, will you? Watch where you walk, who you may bump into. It could get slippery. The greater the sheen when glory colours a power scene.

JUST THE RIGHT TOUCH

Power? Yes indeed. Raw, tough, glistening sweat like dripping diamonds elucidates the meander midst men more mesmerizing than mere mortals. Come, follow me. It'll be fun. I promise. Aren't they big? No, aren't they huge? Oh yes, size matters. So does force and finesse and this array of gallant undress. Naked heroes. The stuff magnificent dreams are made for.
 

NOTHIN' LIKE AN OPEN DOOR POLICY

They came a long way to get here. Wasn't always easy. Out and out challenging most of the time. The press dogged them and as they refined, they got fined. A lot. Too much, but that happens when you're in scapegoat heat. Always has, always will. But look at them ~ Aren't they splendid, these men of steel? They're in top form, at the top of their game, and huddle highest as the top o'the heap. They're simply super, aren't they? You reckon how many play patterns gain yardage with these kind of buffed forward passes? No clipping calls, no flags on the play. First and ten, do it again. Oooh, do it again! All red-zone baby!

Come on, let's go smile 57 different ways at Hines. He's delicious. Wanta get tangled up in Polamalu's tresses? They're insured, you know. Value always is. Whew, all this pressing the flesh just to get our story out this week is making me a little hot and thirsty. Why, I'd give the jersey of gold and black off my back for a Coke.

"Wow! Thanks Mean Joe."

BEST COMMERCIAL MESSAGE OF ALL TIME, RIGHT?

GO AHEAD. YOU KNOW YOU WANTA WATCH IT, AGAIN.

 

THIS HAS BEEN THE NAKED TRUTH,
REPORTING LIVE FROM
THE CONFLUENCE OF THREE RIVERS,
IN PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA ...

WHERE THE SPIRITS RUN HIGH
AND THE PASS RUSH DOESN'T GET BY.

"HERE WE GO STEELERS, 

HERE WE GO!"

(c) SuperBowl Weekend, 2011 ~ By Absolutely Steeler*Kate

Dedi'kated to the best Steeler fan of all worlds, Paul Pilarcik,

who's probably shaking his loveable head in heaven

that she told a sports story, sexy.

Sometimes

  you gotta cover

  all the angles

  to get into

 the end zone

Dear Dad,

I think you're the Best too.

Thanks for teaching me about football and the Steelers and Life and that the people who matter are our greatest riches in the world. They are.

Love,  

~ your kid Kate,

PAUL PILARCIK ~ OUT-STANDING IN HIS FIELD

proud to wave my

Terrible

Towel

this

Super

Sunday

 

Images: SteelBuns by Bootsie5000

Touch by CharlesFred, LockerRoom by PaintMonkey 

6 by Pit6Rings, ClassicHelmet by AndeeMcee

   

TOP FLITE ~ By Absolutely*Kate of Harbinger*33

ON THE GREEN ~ Pic ala kailavanfossan

TOP FLITE

By ~ Absolutely*Kate

It used to be Titleist. Then the urge came to pass on the desire for "The Ball Choice of the Tour Professional". He was. He is. Professional and personal in every scorecard stroke of the periphery. No bogeys. All class on the grass, be it rough or well-trimmed.

So that's what she bought him ~ for birthdays, for Christmases, Valentine's Days, and for Father's Day of course, she stayed the course. Pretty easy on the what-to-get purchase list, and a cinch to wrap in the funny parts from Sunday's paper or later in life, in appropo bright zingy wrapping paper with a cheery centered blue bow. She'd add other treats of course, chocolate covered peanuts, a sports or life intriguing book, yet another Pittsburgh Steelers' prized piece of paraphernalia, a framed creation . . . but the box of Top Flites was always and ever a best appreciated need that would get plenty of use, stir immense pride and strivings on long range driving. You could say this gift was par for the course. 

He gave her love and protection, insight through laughter and a life-long attraction towards the innate goodness in all people you come across in the adventure of a day. He took a Dale Carnegie course once during early supervisory Atlantic & Pacific Tea Company days and shared his homework when she eagerly waited up in skyblue PJ's for that night's exciting return. Oh how he loved excelling at learning each new idea, skill or thrill. He shared the seminar session's lessons - the fine art of association-memorization, the reinforcement of positive thought to action, and both of their favourites -- hitting a rolled up newspaper on the table in the morning, shouting out loud, "It's going to be a GREAT DAY!" Amazing how the enthuse of laughter accompanying any reach beyond mere normality . . . makes the desired outcome have all the better chances.

 

Fortune favours the prepared mind, and his always was, cliche-inclusive, working smarter not harder, knowing Lombardi's "It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get up" that counts. He stayed up, never complained nor let loose a negative thought. He encouraged without words, and his words were his noble bond.

He teased and he pleased. He was loved for 57 married and 3 dating years by his devoted Franny and forever onward by she and their thriving jiving five. He listened; he let you think your way through your thinking and then released the ultimate trophy: "Now you got it Kid!" He worked right alongside you before silently disappearing, getting you started in whatever job made something better at where you were at - picking up the front yard's grass-cuttings, stocking and blocking A&P shelves, painting a room, changing a tire, hosing your first prized red camauro, or his oft prized red tomatoes, peppers, cantaloupes and strawberries. He was garden, golf, gridiron, great father, grandfather, guts, gumption and grins. Oh those grins.

Got 'em inside me now.

So many folks ~ the kind he'd really want to have amble over to his back patio in Ohio for a cup of coffee and a poured conversation have reached me, the giver of Top Flites, about the legacy this semi-pro golfer and this all-pro Dad, hero and best friend has planted to grow on within me.

Thank*God they're right.

I'm goin' par for the course now too.

My father, Paul Pilarcik, lived vibrantly through the last day of summer, his season. Now that vibrancy, that spirit of strength lets me and swell-meaning multitudes know what Camus wrote is legacy-reality in Top Flite trajectory: 

   

"I finally knew in the depths of winter

there was within me

an invincible summer."
  

With still fresh tears, my gratitude is going long and going the distance, precious friends and treasured colleagues, in the way Paul would, from that always welcome patio ~ wholeheartedly.
   

Tis Top Flite soaring
  I was taught Life is all about.

I know it to be true ~

I wholeheartedly wish it unto you.

~ Absolutely*Kate, 
Paul's first kid

STAMP OF APPROVAL ~ By Paul's Kid, Absolutely*Kate

BEST PATIO ON EARTH ... KATHLEEN PILARCIK PHOTO

STAMP OF APPROVAL

 
My Dad's Paul Pilarcik. 
 

He taught me football. 
 

He taught me Steelers.
 

All I had to do was sit in the living room

and watch TV with him. 
 

Oh yeah, and I had to be quiet too. 
 

I sure did learn a lot though. 
 

About more than just football too. 
 

THANKS DAD. 

 
Love, 

~ Absolutely your Kate
 

 

"IT'S NOT WHETHER

YOU GET
KNOCKED DOWN.
IT'S WHETHER
YOU GET UP."

~ Coach Lombardi

one of the heroes of my Hero

~ A*K

ARE YOU REALLY READY FOR SOME SUPER FOOTBALL? AT THE BIJOU makes your day

 

IT'S THE SUPER*BOWL!

* AT THE BIJOU *

WITH ALL THE FORWARD ACTION

YOU CAN SWALLOW!

GRIDIRON GREATS READY
 FOR SOME FOOTBALL FUN?

THE BIJOU TEAM
IS ON THE PLAYING FIELD:

Absolutely*Kate

Hero Harry B. Sanderford

Sweet Sugar-Wendy

Veronica, Wally and

Ben ~ you've heard of Ben?

Then, with a nod from The NOT, 

Michael J. Solender 

Daniel Stine

Paul Phillips

Lee Hughes

((Kate couldn't resist one more New England pictorial))