Steal Hearts, Steel Bonds/ This is Pittsburgh

I don’t know how I missed this. It certainly explains a lot of my interest in the Blue Ranger.   At five, I was all, “Fuck Jason, fuck Tommy, yeah, they’re strong and shit but what?  They’re stupid.”  I even loved him when he ceased being a ranger and could not become the gold ranger and instead became their trusted adviser.   I remember years later thinking that was because he was a nerd, and I’d become a kind of nerd, a poetry nerd, but I wasn’t a nerd at five.  I was butch as hell in my elementary school days.  My fifth grade yearbook photo is the most masculine picture of myself I have.  I’m wearing a fucking jersey.