Man, I'm just trying to still process it all.
Life can be a trip. One moment you are praying your team can just survive a 17 game season and the next moment you are watching them hoist the Lombardi with blue and green ticker tape in the background.
It's been a whirlwind. I suppose we should have seen it coming from the start. Mike is a savant, John is an architect. The perfect marriage.
The team brought back a sports psychologist that Pete used back in the hey day. John thought that Mike could benefit from his knowledge and experience and boy did it pay off in dividends. "Chasing edges" wasn't just a mantra, it was a way of life. The culture is real here. Far more than most teams. In fact, it's probable that the Seahawks have had the best culture in all of sports for the better part of a quarter century. Outside of the rare bitter player that doesn't fit, it's highly likely you will hear a player talk anything but positive about the players, coaches, culture outside of the building in VMAC.
I've spent more time inhaling and digesting every single Seahawks-related YouTube video in the past month than I have in 5 years.
It's embarrassing how much time my ass has rested on my sacred spot on my couch.
I like what another member said..."The Seahawks made me fat." Ha! I think I gained a respectable 15 pounds at least over the past few months due to my celebratory indulgences. Ah, worth it.
Now the confetti has fallen. The streets of Seattle are no longer lined with hundreds of thousands of 12s. The players have gone home to their families to recuperate over a season that ended in 17 wins and a Lombardi. The offseason is blissfully shorter for us than any other team in the NFL. The draft and OTAs are here before you can sneeze. Everybody's 0-0 again. Hope springs eternally eternal once again.
Today I am nursing a hangover. I spent yesterday walking parts of the ocean in Long Beach, Washington, wearing my swag with pride. I got a few "Go Hawks!" here and there. It's funny, there's a palpable difference between arrogance and pride. I don't feel arrogant, and I don't think most of you do either. What I do feel is a sense of peace and pride that comes with being a diehard fan of not just a team but a franchise, an organization that is doing it, and has been doing it, the right way for decades now.
And make no mistake. Nothing is more sweeter than hoisting a Lombardi on 49ers land.
The only thing that can top that is doing the same down the street in SoFi Stadium next year.
We.
Did.
Not.
Care.
Life can be a trip. One moment you are praying your team can just survive a 17 game season and the next moment you are watching them hoist the Lombardi with blue and green ticker tape in the background.
It's been a whirlwind. I suppose we should have seen it coming from the start. Mike is a savant, John is an architect. The perfect marriage.
The team brought back a sports psychologist that Pete used back in the hey day. John thought that Mike could benefit from his knowledge and experience and boy did it pay off in dividends. "Chasing edges" wasn't just a mantra, it was a way of life. The culture is real here. Far more than most teams. In fact, it's probable that the Seahawks have had the best culture in all of sports for the better part of a quarter century. Outside of the rare bitter player that doesn't fit, it's highly likely you will hear a player talk anything but positive about the players, coaches, culture outside of the building in VMAC.
I've spent more time inhaling and digesting every single Seahawks-related YouTube video in the past month than I have in 5 years.
It's embarrassing how much time my ass has rested on my sacred spot on my couch.
I like what another member said..."The Seahawks made me fat." Ha! I think I gained a respectable 15 pounds at least over the past few months due to my celebratory indulgences. Ah, worth it.
Now the confetti has fallen. The streets of Seattle are no longer lined with hundreds of thousands of 12s. The players have gone home to their families to recuperate over a season that ended in 17 wins and a Lombardi. The offseason is blissfully shorter for us than any other team in the NFL. The draft and OTAs are here before you can sneeze. Everybody's 0-0 again. Hope springs eternally eternal once again.
Today I am nursing a hangover. I spent yesterday walking parts of the ocean in Long Beach, Washington, wearing my swag with pride. I got a few "Go Hawks!" here and there. It's funny, there's a palpable difference between arrogance and pride. I don't feel arrogant, and I don't think most of you do either. What I do feel is a sense of peace and pride that comes with being a diehard fan of not just a team but a franchise, an organization that is doing it, and has been doing it, the right way for decades now.
And make no mistake. Nothing is more sweeter than hoisting a Lombardi on 49ers land.
The only thing that can top that is doing the same down the street in SoFi Stadium next year.
We.
Did.
Not.
Care.
