Watching last night's epic beatdown of the Denver Broncos was nothing short of beautiful. For an old AFC West 'Hawk fan like myself, the nightmare known as THE ELWAY has finally come to an end. Somewhere, I just knew John Elway was equally as grim-faced as his prized possession. I knew that he had to be mirroring the facepalms seen on national TV. The pain and frustration I shared with my fellow Twelves year after year as THE ELWAY continued to defeat our beloved Hawks can now begin to fade away. Yes, we finally have our first Lombardi Trophy.
But many are the naysayers who continue to spout the rhetoric of "Well, we have more than you," or "Richard Sherman shouldn't have opened his mouth, he got what he deserved," still crops up. To them I say...
Deny all you want. The Seahawks are the champions of Super Bowl XLVIII. And Richard Sherman is still getting his championship ring, like it or not. You may have more than us, but we refuse to live in the past. Rather, we choose to learn from it, live in the now, and face the future with a determination that borders on the supernatural. We touted that we have the number one defense in the NFL for a reason, and we lived up to it last night. We boasted that we Twelves are the loudest fans in the NFL, and we proved it from the very first snap until the final play. We stand behind our team through thick and through thin, rain or shine, rise or fall. This season we just knew in our hearts and minds that this was our year, and with each win we echoed the same question posed by Russell:
"Why not us?"
Why not us, indeed. To my fellow Twelves, thank you. Thank you for helping to inspire the next generation of Twelves, including my son whom will turn a mere three years old soon. He's starting to understand what it means to be a Seahawks fan, to cheer on our team for every game. Hopefully one day we will make the journey to the holy ground known as the CLink, to sit in the stands and let our voices join the collective sound of the Twelves.