One of the best things about prime time football is taking the day off, heading up early to the game and hanging out with all the other Seahawks fans soaking in the environment. It's something I feel should be experienced by every fan of every team, not just the Cowboys, Patriots, Saints, and Jets.
It was during that time, on the first day of December, when I was approached and interviewed by a NFL Network crew looking for random Seahawks fans. While I tried not to stare at the camera, the guy holding the microphone asked me what it’s like to be a Seahawks fan.
As I struggled for an answer, words like optimist, masochist, and drunk ran through my mind. How does one encapsulate the experience of watching a perennial unknown team, a team that is mocked and derided even when going to the Super Bowl, never mind choking away a win to a crappy Redskins team only three days earlier?
How do I explain my decision, my unwavering loyalty to, honestly, what is really only a team playing a game that has no real importance or will make any difference in the world? How can I put into words how I can name an offensive lineman from 1985 without a second’s hesitation but I have a hard time listing my wife’s Christmas wish list?
In the end I gawped at the camera like a goldfish out of water and said sorry, I’m drawing a blank here. With my luck, that’s the clip they’ll use.
With an omen like that, how could the game be any worse? In reality, the game was excellent and serves as another example of the amazingly crappy roller coaster a Seahawks fan rides every week. We lose to the teams we should beat and then beat the teams we shouldn’t.
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