We yinzers have it good n’at.

Well, I’m not really a native yinzer. I’m a transplanted one.

You see, I grew up in a little town just outside of Cleveland, where sporting failures were a part of daily life. A place where, if things were going well, fans just waited for the inevitable bad thing to happen.

And it did. Often.

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The Drive.

The Fumble.

Cleveland Browns fans know those all too well.

I was not a Browns fan growing up. In fact, I loathed the Browns.

I cheered when Oakland defensive back Mike Davis intercepted Brian Sipe in 1981.

I pumped my fists wildly when John Elway marched the Denver Broncos 98 yards for a touchdown in January 1987, and I nearly fainted with glee when Earnest Byner fumbled against the Broncos a year later.

I was an anyone-who-plays-against-the-Browns fan, which made me pretty happy for most of my childhood.

Still, the team I rooted for, the Buffalo Bills, had just as many disheartening losses during my college days.

Maybe there is such a thing as karma.

All Steelers fans have known is success.

Sure, there have been bumps in the road. That Kordell Stewart thing was a rocky ride. No one walks around the city wearing a Kent Graham jersey, either.

But the good has far, far outweighed the bad.

The Steelers will play in the AFC championship game Sunday for the fourth time in seven years. Should the Black and Gold reach the Super Bowl and win, it will be the Steelers’ third title in six seasons and seventh overall.

Pittsburgh sports fans are spoiled.

The Steelers are the NFL’s model organization. They have had three coaches since 1969, the same ownership since the Big Bang and a certain way of doing business that makes them envied across the league.

They avoid troubled players like Rex Ryan avoids Weight Watchers.

If you have a mouth as big as Pac-Man’s, the Steelers want nothing to do with you.

What do the Browns have? They have a coach no one has heard of. That organization managed to make Bill Belichick a dolt.

Yes, Pittsburgh fans are lucky, even outside of the NFL.

Pittsburgh fans have the Penguins and the greatest player in the game, Sidney Crosby.

Cleveland doesn’t even have an NHL team.

Pittsburgh doesn’t have an NBA team, but one could argue neither does Cleveland after LeBron James took his talents to South Beach, kicking Cleveland in the nether regions on the way out the door.

So, even if the Steelers do lose to the N.Y. Jets on Sunday, count your blessings.

It could be worse. You could be living in Cleveland.

Mike Kilroy is a staff writer for the Butler Eagle.