I live on an island in Alaska where when I was a kid we didn’t have a school football team so lack of playing experience and lack of football jargon more than likely handicaps my views on the Hawks, But I am a fan nonetheless. I, in 2005 was almost fired from my job on the local Coast Guard base for screaming SEAHAWKS at the top of my lungs while driving down the housing district of said base at 5 in the morning. I have yet to watch the end of the 2005 NFC champion Seahawks video for obvious reasons and I’m fan enough and man enough to admit I got teary eyed when they lost and it still hurts still to this day to think about it and I don’t know why. I hate and always will hate the Stealers (that’s not misspelled) more than any other team.
I will admit I was one of the many hoping the Seahawks would lose so we could get the better picks in the draft and come out swinging in 2011 but that time has come and gone and I’m left wondering if the Seahawks can become the Cinderella story I hope them to be and beat down all that stand in their way. But that kind of hope is hard to find after this season, I find myself searching for the resolve to not only root for my team but have faith in them at the same time. If not finding that resolve and that faith makes me a bad fan then so be it, I won’t make excuses for myself. Yet, somehow, Somewhere deep down in my soul there is a shining glimmering spec of hope; it’s a soft, warm and fuzzy feeling wanting nothing more than to drive down the road, head out the window honking the horn at 5 in the morning screaming “SEAHAWKS, SEAHAAAAAWWWWWWWWKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”