It's not that I don't think that the Seahawks won't win this Sunday......it's just that there's too much......how can I put this......positivity in the air. Too much good things being said about the team, as well as our home-field advantage. And it's not that I'm a Debbie Downer who expects to fail....even though I root for a football team that has never won a championship in it's nearly-forty years of existence.....it's just that this game seems to mean much more to us than it does to the other guys.
There is no logic here, not even any superstitions that I feel are being broken or overlooked, or any bad omens that foretell our doom. Here is the complete, unedited truth of this situation: I don't believe that the Seattle Seahawks can win a championship as long as I desire it to happen. I feel that sports, in general, is some kind of great, divine test, where if I continue to have an unhealthy obsession with the success and failure of 53 grown adults that I have never met, ultimately there can be no joy gained. We have gone without for so long, and I think I assumed I would lose interest and "grow up" and move on to more important things.....but, if anything, time has only deepened my hunger.
I want the Seahawks to win. Badly. Too badly. Just like Groundhog Day, I do not believe I have "done enough" to merit waking up on February 3rd, to escape from our trophy-less loop. Not saying that Pete Carroll, Russell Wilson, Marshawn Lynch, Richard Sherman, Earl Thomas, et al, don't deserve it; quite the contrary. In the real world, free of my various neuroses, this team is perfectly ready and worthy to hold the Lombardi trophy. But the most worthy team rarely wins it all, to be honest, and it seems like fate, both poetic and cruel, more often than not decides these kinds of things. In 2005 we won 4 games with a last-second field goal, and came out of nowhere to dominate the NFC....and still ended up ring-less.
If I were healthy, I would be excited for this game, because I would know and believe that being confident wouldn't have any effect on the outcome of this game, and I would be just fine no matter the outcome. But I can't believe that, and all I can believe is that any faith I have in the Seahawks will just open myself up for (another) gut punch.
I fully expect to wake up "I Got You Babe" this Monday morning.