Coolest kid EVER!

George Costanza - eat your heart out, someone's beaten you to the name "Seven." There's a part of me that wants to skull fuck these parents for being stupid.... but then there's another part of me that thinks, "holy shit, that rules!" The Big Ben is God movement rolls on. Full text of the story below:

Meet Seven and his mom, Stephenie Barber.

Seven was born Oct. 26, 2004, between Steelers quarterback Ben Roethlisberger's fourth and fifth consecutive victories of his rookie season. Although Seven's parents -- who live in Indiana, Pa. -- are often asked whether they named their son after Mr. Roethlisberger, they were actually inspired by another Western Pennsylvania institution: After driving by an 84 Lumber sign, they "decided to go with something numerical," said Mrs. Barber.

When Seven watched his first game, however, the connection to Mr. Roethlisberger was instant. "We realized it was Seven and Seven," said his mother. "It became too cool."

Seven has never missed a Steelers' game, often carries his Terrible Towel with him from room to room and has been known to dance to the "Here We Go, Steelers" fight song. Although Seven had to settle for wearing an infant-sized Jerome Bettis jersey last season, this time around No. 7 Roethlisberger jerseys come in even the smallest of sizes.

His grandmother, Barbara Barber, has bought him Roethlisberger jerseys in every size up to a men's adult large, just in case they're no longer available when Seven grows into them.

"We buy him everything that has a seven," she said. "He's the perfect fan.