This is hard for me.
When I became a fan of the Seattle Seahawks, I knew nothing about the team. The year was 2000. John Kitna, Brock Huard, Chad Eaton, Chad Brown... I had no idea what I was in for except that my Nebraska Cornhuskers were headed towards a downward spiral and I wasn't ready for that. I figured that if I was going to root for a team that sucked, I'd choose a new one. But I couldn't just abandon my Huskers like that. I had to switch my focus to the NFL. I picked the Seahawks for no good reason other than I liked their logo.
I was going to college for graphic design and seemingly immediately as soon as I had chosen the Hawks as my new football team, they came up with what I think is the best logo and color scheme in the league at the time. I was, forgive me, pumped and jacked. Add in Shaun Alexander and Mike Holmgren... sorry if that stirs bad memories, Matt. I'll move on.
So there I was, hoping to be rooting for the underdog, sporting Seahawks gear just about everywhere I went in Kearney, Nebraska. It felt cool. People would ask me why and I'd start by telling them that the Huskers were going to blow chunks under Frank Solich and I've moved on and you should too. Then I'd get into my routine about how much nicer the Pacific Northwest would be as compared to landlocked corn-producing Nebraska. I lost every argument. The only reason - Husker football and corn rule here. It felt nice. I wanted an under-the-radar underdog team and that's what I had. But I also had a new passion for graphic design and NFL football.
I went to my first game. A preseason game in Denver. You started. You sucked badly. But holy cow is Colorado beautiful!
The rest is history.
You have been my one and only quarterback for my one and only NFL team. I've grown with you, perhaps largely because of you.
This has been an amazing ten years. I love you, Matt.