So I spent the past year using 12:12 on the clock, morning or midnight, as a way to meditate on one single premise. A mantra to be repeated at every single opportunity when the clock showed two twelves exactly...A way to ensure that the Football Gods would grant my very wish simply by the incantation itself:
"The Seattle Seahawks are going to win Super Bowl 50."
Seems like a slam dunk to me, right?
If I had to guess how many times I saw 12:12 on the clock last year I would say hundreds of times, easily. And hundreds of times I said that very incantation.
Not that I am superstitious or anything.
So we all know what happened - or did not happen more precisely. So now I sit here feeling betrayed, played the fool by the Football Gods, something I should have known would happen all along. Yet I felt so sure, so convinced that my innocuous offering would somehow please the said Football Gods and grant me this wish.
And now, to make matters worse, I am left to ponder the reality that we now live in a world where Marshawn Lynch is relegated to the realms of highlight footage and memory as the only way we can see him again. Like all the Seahawks greats before like Jones, Largent, Pehawk...Wait, what? (Just seeing if you have bothered to read this far).
Okay, so I admit. I am a bit disillusioned that this Original 12 (oh yes I am copyrighting that shiz) has no say at all in the way things work out.
Who knew? unno:
"The Seattle Seahawks are going to win Super Bowl 50."
Seems like a slam dunk to me, right?
If I had to guess how many times I saw 12:12 on the clock last year I would say hundreds of times, easily. And hundreds of times I said that very incantation.
Not that I am superstitious or anything.
So we all know what happened - or did not happen more precisely. So now I sit here feeling betrayed, played the fool by the Football Gods, something I should have known would happen all along. Yet I felt so sure, so convinced that my innocuous offering would somehow please the said Football Gods and grant me this wish.
And now, to make matters worse, I am left to ponder the reality that we now live in a world where Marshawn Lynch is relegated to the realms of highlight footage and memory as the only way we can see him again. Like all the Seahawks greats before like Jones, Largent, Pehawk...Wait, what? (Just seeing if you have bothered to read this far).
Okay, so I admit. I am a bit disillusioned that this Original 12 (oh yes I am copyrighting that shiz) has no say at all in the way things work out.
Who knew? unno: