Welcome to the inevitable Seahawks post. Yes, we’re going to the Super Bowl. Again. And we really couldn’t. be. happier. Not if one-thousand days of sunshine overtook the always-cloudy skies, nope we wouldn’t be happier. Because it’s in the water here, a love for the Seahawks.
I posted some relatively obnoxious (by my standards) pictures to my Facebook page during the game this weekend – I was all decked out in Seahawks gear. The shirt, the tuke (look it up: it’s Canadian), a lime green scarf and nails, and of course, a faceful of temporary tattoos. Appropriately, my best friend commented, who are you and what have you done with my best friend?
You see, I’m not known to be much of a sports fan. Growing up, I thought that learning sports was by far a less worthy time investment than, say, learning the arts. You can imagine, then, how I felt about watching sports. Waste of time. Not for me. Granted, in high school, I enjoyed a few basketball games very much, watching the action over my shoulder while I conducted the pep band most of the time. But all in all, I had no warm feelings toward the game, and by extension, toward sports.
But then again, before last February, I had never lived in a town with a professional team of any kind (except hockey).
Enter 2014 and my big move to Seattle. I buy a house here and the Hawks win their first Super Bowl. Eleven and a half months after moving here, they’ll be playing in yet another Super Bowl. Every grocery store, street corner, and storefront with even the slightest self-respect is colored blue and lime (or, shall we say, “Seahawks green?”) – even the homeless woman who begs down the street from my house decorated the tree next to her with a Twelve flag and sported a Seahawks cap this weekend!
At the risk of upending my entire reputation, I have to admit, it’s fun. It’s fun to feel part of a home team. Maybe because Seattle is such a hard place to live – with it’s sunless days, gut-wrenching traffic, and obstacles to making friends – having a team to rally around means so much to me. Maybe because, until now, the only winning football team I ever spent any time around was the Boise State Broncos, and as a University of Idaho Vandal, I am strictly opposed to all-things-Bronco on moral grounds. And so, now I can’t help it: it is fun to be on the bandwagon. Besides, to see a major metropolitan area come together for anything is nothing short of spectacular.
And while I still think arts are a more worthy endeavor than sports, I no longer believe one has to exclude the other. Go Hawks!
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