I'm just remembering feelings that I have gotten before previous Super Bowls.
Super Bowl XXXII, when the Packers were favored by 11, and a sports pundit said, "I'd bet on a 29-year-old Brett Favre before I did a 38-year-old John Elway," I told my wife we needed to lay some dough on the Broncs. When she pointed out that Packers defense--Gilbert Brown, Reggie White, and the like--I said, "Got a feeling Elway's gonna be unstoppable." Of course, the Broncos won. (Note: I also got a sense that there would be some iconic Elway-defining moment, and there was ... the dive for a first down when he was spun in the air but got up pumping his fist)
Super Bowl XXXVI, when the Rams were favored by 14, my son-in-law said, "Bet allllll your money on the Rams, man, they're gonna roll." Something told me to drop a C-note on the Pats to cover the spread, which I did, but in my heart I felt they would win and almost made that my wager.
In the summer of 2003, my wife and I were in Vegas and at a sports book we saw the Super Bowl odds. It was June, and the odds on the Pats winning it all were 15:1. My wife said, "We need to put money on the Pats to win it all. I have a feeling about them." We didn't ... and regretted it (15:1 odds ... whew!)
Before Super Bowl XL, my wife was over the moon. I was actually calm and kind of sick because I just knew there would be disappointment. I believed Seattle was the better team, but a little voice said, "No way the NFL lets these guys win."
In the 2008 postseason, leading up to Super Bowl XLII, all the rage was the undefeated Pats. My son-in-law is a Giants fan, and he told me on the phone, "I just hope we don't embarrass ourselves in the postseason" (Giants squeaked in at 9-7, I believe) I had this weird, weird feeling that the Giants would beat the Cowboys and possibly even the Pack. They did.
The night before the Super Bowl, I had a weird dream that an old girlfriend of mine who hailed from Jersey--also a Giants fan--had a brain tumor, and that I was able to heal it with my touch. The next day, the Giants won the Big Game. A few weeks later, that old girlfriend called me and told me she had a CT scan that revealed a brain tumor. Doctors felt they could remove it. I told her, "You are going to be fine. I know this as surely as I know the color of my own eyes." She pulled through surgery and is alive and well today.
And now? I have this feeling, this calm as well. Living with a Seattle native, I know the kind of stress the Seahawks can bring. But going into the postseason, I told my wife before any games had been played, "It's going to come down to 49ers at Seattle, and I have a feeling it will come down to one dramatic play that you will remember forever."
Now ... all I see is a front page photo of Sherman holding the Lombardi with a headline like DEAL WITH THAT! or something smacky. I even hear some variations of "Sleepless in Seattle" in my head, like when the confetti falls on a happy Russell Wilson I hear Joe Buck saying, "And they'll be sleepless in Seattle tonight!" I feel the Seahawks got this. Not sure how dramatic the game will be, but I get the sense that after a tight first half Seattle creates a gap and wins by 10-14 points.