Someone wise once told me that it is best to stick with teams through thick and thin, no matter what. It is that aspect of sports fandom that determines the amount of true, unwavering emotion that one experiences while watching their teams. Without that passion, a fan cannot completely feel what it's like to finally win. Seattle fans are experts at the practice of supporting teams through good and bad.
It was 363 days ago today that a professional team from Seattle finally broke through and gave its fans what they had been waiting for. The Seahawks advanced to the Super Bowl for only the second time in franchise history. The moment when Richard Sherman tipped the ball away from the fingertips of Michael Crabtree and soundly into Malcolm Smith's grasp is arguably the greatest sports moment in our city's history. The tension of the 12th man finally released like a thousand rubber bands finally being let go. With many years of agony in the past, the Emerald City finally won.
The 206, who dealt with a basketball team being stripped away, 20 years of baseball misery, and no football success in ages, was ironically one of the most deserving cities in sports. The place is absolutely booming with town pride. Don't believe me? Go around the area and count how many times you see a 12th man flag or someone wearing a pair of socks with the skyline on it. We care about our home, more than anyone else would ever know.
It's in the same city where an entire fanbase will go to bed tonight, anxious for the beloved Hawks. Everyone will close their eyes and fall into a dark abyss of sleep, not forgetting how close they are to the same preeminent feeling they felt almost a year before. An entire region of people, diverse in many ways, will once again be the same in one way: their Seahawk state of mind.
Get ready, 12s. Tomorrow is a big day.
It was 363 days ago today that a professional team from Seattle finally broke through and gave its fans what they had been waiting for. The Seahawks advanced to the Super Bowl for only the second time in franchise history. The moment when Richard Sherman tipped the ball away from the fingertips of Michael Crabtree and soundly into Malcolm Smith's grasp is arguably the greatest sports moment in our city's history. The tension of the 12th man finally released like a thousand rubber bands finally being let go. With many years of agony in the past, the Emerald City finally won.
The 206, who dealt with a basketball team being stripped away, 20 years of baseball misery, and no football success in ages, was ironically one of the most deserving cities in sports. The place is absolutely booming with town pride. Don't believe me? Go around the area and count how many times you see a 12th man flag or someone wearing a pair of socks with the skyline on it. We care about our home, more than anyone else would ever know.
It's in the same city where an entire fanbase will go to bed tonight, anxious for the beloved Hawks. Everyone will close their eyes and fall into a dark abyss of sleep, not forgetting how close they are to the same preeminent feeling they felt almost a year before. An entire region of people, diverse in many ways, will once again be the same in one way: their Seahawk state of mind.
Get ready, 12s. Tomorrow is a big day.