I think I finally understand why Pittsburghers don't like Cleveland.

A couple friends and I took a brief drive out to Cleveland, Ohio for the weekend, and as we drove down the highways, I was full of thoughts. Even though both of these friends are native Pittsburghers through-and-through, I was still at a loss as to why Steel Towners have such a passionate rivalry with their left hand man.

When I lived Downtown, I used to take long walks around the abandoned skyscrapers at night, and as I criss-crossed up lazy streets towards Mount Washington, I once came across a sign that inducted me to this rivalry. Hammered onto a light post, someone had hung an aluminum sign that read "PITTSBURGH: The Only Sign Of Life in Cleveland." It was pretty obvious that they were saying that Cleveland has about as much flavor as a boiled chestnut.

And as we wandered through downtown Cleveland in mid-day, I understood. Its livelihood made Pittsburgh look like Broadway in Manhattan. What a disappointment that was.

You got some points, Pittsburgh. You definitely are above Ohio.

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