Being the young girl that I am, I am clearly way too young to remember all this hoopla concerning Franco Harris and the Immaculate whateva yinz call it. Oh, okay. Ha ha. I was barely a teenager at the time. But the play has been replayed about a million times since that great day. Plus, every time I fly, I come face to face with the Franco statue in the airport striking the famous pose. So today, I am feeling it. And feeling it even more after visiting the memorial.
The memorial is behind Stage AE. Along the sidewalk. Just minding it's own business. The day we were their, we had Franco all to ourselves. We did the usual stupid tourist photos. Read the plaque. And we were transported back to the day. Can you imagine the pride and the excitement the city felt that day? The cheers of disbelief. The crowd going crazy. The very upset people that had already left the game or fled to the locker room. And Franco is still a beloved hero to this day. History is a great thing. And it's nice that we finally have a memorial for commemorate this event. read more