For a serious fix of girl power, look no further than the Pittsburgh Passion, the area's all-female football team that draws thousands of supporters and fans around the region.
Months ago, Pittsburgher Ian Rosenberger made and kept an incredible promise to Tassy Filsaime, a young Haitian man: To bring him to Pittsburgh for a life-saving surgery that would treat a cancerous tumor on his jaw.
I have a couple of clarifying questions for Mario Lemieux, who, yesterday, issued a statement responding to the Pens/Islanders full-out war on Friday night.
Tim Ruff's ode to Pittsburgh has racked up more than 77,000 views on YouTube and earned him many new fans, especially of his latest EP, Winter's Coming, which was released late last year.
Thousands have tweeted the hashtag #steelersnation for a chance to see their twitter ID be the driving force behind a computer-driven mechanical whirl of a Terrible Towel.
This week, during the height of Steelers euphoria and right smack-dab in the middle of the Penguins season, the Pittsburgh Pirates announced a change in pricing for game-day tickets.
Much has been written about how the Pittsburgh area has reinvented itself from a steel city to a tech town, how the region has held up as the gleaming example of never-say-die renewal.
I never experienced Pittsburghers' helpful nature first-hand like I did weeks before a biscotti-baking fiasco when Las Velas, the restaurant in Market Square that my husband and I own, caught on fire in the middle of the night.
