PuckDaddy- When the Pittsburgh Penguins scored their first goal in Game 5 of the Eastern Conference Final on Sunday night, there was much revelry. Andrew W.K. blared from the arena speakers. Fans cheered and waved their rally towels.
And, of course, an adult woman dressed like the Stanley Cup was hoisted into the air by two male friends.
“This was on my bucket list,” said Brittany Quinn, a Penguins fan sitting in one of the lower bowl end zones at CONSOL Energy Center.
Quinn, Evan Eggert and Steve Rittenhouse were Jumbotron stars each time the Penguins scored in Game 5, as she was lifted to the rafters in celebration.
Eggert said they train together at Fitness 19 in Greentree.
“She was like, ‘We should do a workout where you lift me.’ And we were like, ‘Wait a second. Pens game. The Stanley Cup.’ It all just cued up,” he said.
Of course. They couldn't just let me think that this woman was such an insanely big hockey fan that she wanted to dress up like the Stanley Cup. Couldn't just let me believe that a female - for once - actually dressed appropriately (albeit obnoxiously) - for a sporting event . She could've made up for all the ladies rocking heels to tailgates and leather jackets to spring baseball games in the Pacific Northwest, but nope. She just had to come out and ruin it by talking about how it was a workout thing. She was much more tolerable as the lady with a bowl covered in tin foil affixed to her head than she is as the lady enabling her male friends to shamelessly, yet artfully, display their supposed superior strength.
Trust me, I am not unfamiliar with the concept of vanity. I go to the gym quite often and I work out in the mirror while I am there. The difference is that when I walk through the doors back out to the parking lot I instantly revert back to a normal dude instead of a normal dude that "can totally lift more than you bro". I bet these guys curl their milk jugs as they walk to the front of the supermarket. They are undoubtedly the same dudes that puff out their chest and stop at nothing to fit their bicep into the photo. They are the epitome of the person that makes you mutter "we get it, you work out" under your breathe while they are somehow infusing aspects of their routine into completely unrelated conversations. The one on the left is a little plumper than you would expect a person so obsessed with themselves to be, but hey - he does live in the land of Ben Roethlisberger. He's geographically inclined to having a little extra meat on the bones, even if it means covering up some of that muscle that he's apparently so damn proud of. You want an idea of how unbearable these people are? Just take a look at the folks in the background of these pictures. They don't seem too enthused with Stanlaya Cup and her security team, and Pittsburgh generally appreciates any and all acts of stupidity.