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I grew up in the Pittsburgh area, one of six kids, and the child of a nine-seat Steeler season-ticket holder. As a child in the late '70s, I witnessed many playoff victories at Three Rivers, and my blood runs black and gold this time of year.
Since those early days, my siblings and I have spread out across the country -- Baltimore, L.A., and I'm in Philly -- but we all remain avid fans, catching every game we can.
While we were all excited about last week's Colts game as it progressed, and surely knew we were all watching, dying to talk about it with other each other, none of us broke the golden rule:
NEVER call each other to discuss a game until it is over.
Watching at my home in the Philly burbs, many times throughout the game I had urges to speak with my family , but I didn't. My wife marveled at the fact that the phone didn't ring once during the game.
Until ... well, I made a BIG mistake: After the defense sacked Manning with 1:20 left in the game, I thought the Steelers would just take a knee to finish out the game, so I called my parents. As my Mom answered the phone, I excitedly started to talk -- can't believe it, what a big upset, etc. -- and then, I turned to the TV to see the fumble.
I screamed, my mom screamed, and I immediately hung up the phone to watch Harper run down the field on his way to an apparent TD.
I'm a fairly rational person, but there's a part of me that believes the fumble happened because I called, and that Roethlisberger would never have tackled Harper had I not hung up.
Please, Steelers fans, don't call anyone until the game is over on Sunday!
-- Tom Rendulich, Wallingford, Pa.

-- Eileen Flinn, Portland, Ore.

-- Tom Talley, Brandon, Fla.

This year, we started the tradition once again, but my now "terrible two" year old wasn't as interested or cooperative in participating.
On certain game days, including those three weeks in a row when we lost to the Ravens, Colts, and Bengals, he cried and even ran away when he saw me coming at him with the flag. So I did what any superstitious Steelers fan would do. I switched kids and started anew with my one year old daughter, Drew. Like Jack at the same age, she loves it. We started on Sunday, December 11, the day the current six-game win streak started, and we haven't missed a game-day flag ritual since.
-- Tim Delaney, Mt. Washington

I dropped it as if it was a viper and kicked it under the table. It seemed silly, but it is still there on the floor three days later.
-- Len Vaglia, Lost Creek Lake, Ore.

I used to secretly think my mom was nuts. But given the good luck and freakish events we've experienced in the past two games, I'm ready to accept the fact that a towel might have had something to do with it.
-- Amy Novak, Ross

Then all of a sudden, Jerome Bettis fumbled the ball. We were all in shock. Superstitions are for real.
Once you have a superstition that is working, you have to stick with it.
-- Brian Yeary, Mentor, Ohio

-- Matt Tarpley, Chapel Hill, N.C.

-- Bob Smith, Orange County, Calif.

-- Dennis Emmett, Phoenix

-- Nina Weldon, South Boston, Va.

It usually comes out every season along with all of my other Steelers stuff -- Terrible Towel, autographed helmet and football, etc. -- but this year, for some unknown reason, it stayed in a box in the garage. After our third loss in a row on Dec. 4, to the hated Bengals, I remembered it, got it out and turned it on. It's been on ever since, and we haven't lost. I can only conclude that it was destiny that I remembered to get it out of its dark box in the dark garage, and have it light the way to where we are today!
The light is lit, and a spare bulb is standing by just in case. As long as we don't have a power outage on Sunday, the Broncos are doomed!
-- Bob Byrne, Marietta, Ga.

-- Joseph Palka, Gaithersburg, Md.

-- Jeff Yerkey, Lusby, Md.

I'm a minister, so I often have to leave the games to go to church if we have a late game. At the beginning of last year, I simply taped the games against Dallas and New England.
But then I taped the AFC championship, and we lost. I taped the Patriots game this year, and we lost. The final straw was the Jaguars game this year.
After that, the official rule was that it is a capital crime to try and tape a Steelers game.
My wife "jokingly" told me that she taped the end of the Ravens game this year. She luckily 'fessed up to the joke before cardiac arrest set in, and before I could look up a good attorney in the Yellow Pages.
-- Tom LeGrand, Wilkesboro, N.C.

It goes something like this:
With index and middle fingers pointed (pushing your fingers at the opposing kicker with each chant, as if you were poking him) recite, "BZZZ, BZZZ, malakai, BZZZZ!" This is done as the kicker is approaching the ball for the kick.
Although it is not a perfect science, it has worked on more occasions than not.
The key is to not use it on every kick, but only in dire situations (it got us past the Jets in last year's playoffs and past Vanderjagt and the Colts last week).
My kids like to use it a little more liberally than the adults, but it is only because they have not grasped its full power -- and they just think it is fun.
-- Michael J. Cavalier, Homer City

-- Tom Kross, Chesapeake, Va.

-- Pat Fisher, Huntsburg, Ohio

-- Betsy Melnick, Tamaqua, Pa.

-- Matt Charles, Tampa, Fla.

I wear the same jeans, my No. 82 Randle El jersey, Steeler earrings, black boots and I carry my Steeler wallet in my right back pocket every game day.
Right before I go to the Out of the Way Cafe to watch the game, I kneel down and say a prayer.
I make sure my daughter Porschea has her Steelers shirt on and I hug and kiss her goodbye.
Once I am in the Cafe I have two Rolling Rocks, then at half time Buffalo wings, and I call my Dad in Pennsylvania from my cell phone.
The second half of the game I have two Johnny Walker Red cocktails with a splash of ginger ale.
I play my CD, "Luxurious," by Gwen Stefani all the way to the Cafe and back home in my new silver Honda Ridgeline called "Ms. Steeler."
-- Sally McPherson, Germantown, Md.

-- Sara Sproul, Portsmouth, Va.

Pre-Game goes like this: Sniff the grass once, hit grass five times because that is the number we are shooting for in Super Bowl titles and also how many AFC championship game wins we have. Then I kiss it five times and place her back on floor exactly where she was so as not to disturb her.
Throughout the game I am allowed to do the same ritual as long as I only do it once a quarter or four times per game, meaning I can save all four until the fourth quarter. After the game (win or lose) I kiss her one time and place her back on the wall of fame downstairs until the next game.
-- Brad Lang, Dover, Pa.

-- Paul Singer, Washington, D.C.

-- Kelli Moreno and family, Morningside

-- Ken Leonard, Toronto, Canada

I feel like things have to go bad in my life so the Steelers will win. Every time I would have a breakup with a boyfriend, the Steelers would be amazing. Example: my three-year relationship ended last Saturday night ... and the Steelers won. Coincidence? I think not.
-- Nelida Lara, Westwood, Calif.

-- Frances Wentz-Unites, Banksville

Meanwhile, I have a black Terrible Towel and yellow one and I must have the yellow in my left hand, which usually goes in my mouth, and the black one on the right hand.
-- Jeff Eyamie, Winnipeg, Canada

Game day: Early morning wear 2001 Central Division Champs T-shirt (not sure why this shirt), which hasn't been washed since win streak. Put Steelers flag on truck. Go to work for 4 hours.
One and one-half hours before kickoff: Come home, put on Bettis jersey (only gets washed at end of season). Put on Steelers hat which contains a few signatures. Go to computer tune in Fox Sports 970 while watching ESPN and CBS pre-game.
Half hour before kickoff: Load cooler with eight Natural Light beers and two Iron City beers, Terrible towel cooler cup, bottle opener and yellow Terrible Towel and black Terrible Towel. Go two blocks to friend's house where myself and about 12 other Steeler fans watch game.
Fifteen minutes before kickoff: Drink one Natural Light, stand behind couch (in same place every week) with towels on the back of the couch, black one on the left saying "Terrible" and yellow one on the right saying "Towel."
As kickoff approaches: Grab one Iron City Beer and pop the top as the ball is kicked.
-- Scott M. Bradshaw, Griggsville, Ill.

-- Craig Gottschalk, Minneapolis

-- Tyler Paytas, Oxford, Ohio

At 11 a.m. game day (for a 1 p.m. start) or 2 p.m. (for a 4 p.m. game), I begin the routine. I get dressed beginning with the shirt. I get out the huge bean bag that I watch each game in and place it in the same spot as the week before. Turn on the TV and watch pregame.
Five minutes before game time, I turn on the stereo for the audio feed and it always has to be on the same volume of 16. I then get out my Pepsi glass and fill it full of ice and Pepsi. The Pepsi is like fuel. I take a drink on each change of possession for offense and defense. I look at it as if its strength for the team to do well.
When the game begins, I then overlap my legs: the top leg is in the direction that the Steelers are traveling on the field and it stays that way for the half. Second half, the leg changes directions. Everything has to be the same week in and week out because if it's not it could be disastrous.
-- Terry Harper, Mansfield, Ohio

-- John Banks, Plano, Texas

-- Mandy Petro, Carnegie

I hung it on the tree and thought to myself, Boy if these guys would snap out of this losing streak, I will leave it hanging. Ever since the team has been on a tear.
We had to take the tree down, but I was afraid of messing with the mojo, so I put it on the wall in the kitchen. I swear to you that ornament of mine has some magic to it. I rub that thing before every game.
-- David Saurer, Brooklyn, Ohio

-- Joe Atchison III, Cherry Hill, N.J.

My daughter HAS to wear her Hines Ward onesy, even to church, on Sundays, with her little jeans and a specific pair of socks. During the game, my wife and I wear our Ben jerseys with our Terrible Towels draped over our shoulders, and my Steelers hard hat fixed snug to my head, and a bottomless supply of I.C .Light that MUST be drunk.
We have assigned seats in our living room.
Haircuts are forbidden until the season is over.
Even outside of the house, things must be perfect. I won't change the CD in my vehicle, and will only play 1 song repeatedly, because it's the last one I heard before the Steelers won their last game.
I could go on and on . Admittedly, it's a bit ridiculous -- obsessive-compulsive disorder perhaps -- but I feel I must continue sending my team the vibe, or else they're doomed!
-- Erik Tyger, Lima, Ohio

What's lucky at home may not be lucky at the sports bar. And attending the game, well, you just have to go with the "authentic" game jersey, as opposed to a replica. Also there are other factors, like what is worn during the week, or the Friday before the game. Should a hat be worn during the game, or be merely present? Should the Terrible Towel be tucked in the belt, worn over the leg, or displayed over the top of the couch?
In an effort to put some real analysis behind cultivating my mojo, instead of relying on an often beer-addled memory, I started a Mojo Spreadsheet this season, to track the trial and error of my mojo explorations.
It has been most helpful to zero in on what's hot and what's not.
My strangest conclusion? My Duce replica jersey has much more mojo in for home viewing than my Fast Willie replica, even though Duce has been inactive most of the season. Go figure. But the stats don't lie.
My other conclusion? Most of my friends think I'm nuts for doing this. But what do they know? I and the thousands of other Steeler fans out there exercising their mojo have gotten us one game from Super Bowl XL.
I'm watching the Championship game at a friend's house this weekend. I have no data on this locale. Looks like I'm going to have to wing it. But at least I should be able to make an educated extrapolation, crossing the Home Viewing apparel with Sports Bar apparel. It's going to be risky, but hey, you have to be tough to be a Steeler Fan.
-- Tony Napoleone, Baltimore

-- John Barone, Los Angeles

We are coming from Johnstown/Indiana Saturday to do just that, then driving back home. Last year we called it off and we lost -- not this year.
Why not start a tradition?
-- Matt Mrozinski, Johnstown

This year, not only have I been sure to declare Black and Gold Fridays, much to the chagrin of those very few burgundy and gold fans, I have grown the scrappy, ugly playoff beard. I have not shaved since Dec. 11, (when we started the playoffs, for all intents and purposes.) My wife asks for a divorce every time she sees me.
I also have 4 or 5 BIG Steeler fans who skipped B&G Fridays, and the Steelers won without their jerseys on, so I enforce a rule: only sport Steeler gear if you wore it the week before, and that was a winning weekend! If they only wore the Steeler garb before the losses, they are banned from participating!
Thanks for validating my insanity.
Hail to Pitt.
-- Brian Heffron, Prince William, Va.