Here is the part of the poem that includes the Seahawks. I'm not quoting the whole thing, so I hope this is okay to do here. Without getting .Net in trouble...http://espn.go.com/blog/playbook/fandom/post/_/id/16170/hangover-when-russell-flexed-his-muscle
A clump of old gum Pete Carroll gnawed with his teeth
And his fist pumps encircled his head like a wreath.
It was the featured game on our Sunday night telly,
A game that made the Niners look ever so smelly.
His QB? A phenom, who is sized like an elf.
And Carroll laughed with each score, quite pleased with himself.
A wink of Pete’s eye and a twist of his head,
Let Jim Harbaugh know he had quite much to dread.
Carroll spoke lots of words, all his moves seem to work,
And he filled up the scoreboard, not caring who thinks him a jerk.
And laying another TD aside of all those,
Up the Rookie of the Year race Russ Wilson he rose.
Pete kept in the starters near to the last whistle,
Laughing ‘cause Harbaugh’s personality’s like thistle.
But we heard Pete exclaim, as he walked out into the night,
“We’ll win it all -- like at USC -- but done right!”