Go Hawks!
Living in Seattle with the Seahawks in the playoffs is interesting. It’s like the team’s colors are this state’s unofficially official dress code, and it’s perfectly acceptable to assume everyone you might meet while out in public is a fellow fan. I’m not saying you’ll definitely get your car keyed if you have a 49’ers license plate holder but…I wouldn’t count it out.
Even children and dogs are not immune from Seahawks fever. Did you know they make teeny tiny little football jerseys? They do. And you can pay a small fortune for one so your whole family can stand united in NFL team-loyal fervor.
I know what this guy’s name is!
As for me? Yes, I have a Seahawks t-shirt, but I rarely wear it. I bought it on sale at Costco but it almost never makes it out of my closet. Why? Because I feel like a fraud every time I put it on. I can barely name three members of the Seahawks, the only football term I’m super solid on is a touchdown, and my first thought when I hear the term, “Turnover” is still, “Mmmmmmmmm, pastry.”
But Wes loves the Seahawks. I’m pretty sure he loves me more then he loves the Seahawks, but during playoff season it’s a close call. (Ha ha, Wes, just kidding! A little.)
Kick-off for the playoffs game against the Panthers is in a little less than four hours, so I’m legally required, as a citizen of Washington state, to conclude this post with, “Go Hawks!”
If they win this game, they could go to the Super Bowl, and wouldn’t that be great?
