Last Sunday afternoon, I did the unthinkable: I turned off the Seahawks game. They were playing the Jaguars, and it was close to the end of the third quarter. I couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t a matter of turning it off in anger and disgust at the way they were playing. It was an act of self-preservation. It was too painful. I couldn’t watch them implode anymore. I got put in my shoes and grabbed my coat. In the haste of the moment, I…
We're just days away from Seahawks football...mere days. And although it’s only preseason fare, any football is better than no football. Am I excited? Well, as my father used to say, “Is a hog’s hip pork?” I’ve survived the long ordeal of the off-season, enduring week after week of slow dreary Sundays. I’m ready. I’m ready for all of it: first downs, touchdowns, sacks and pick-sixes. Throw in a field goal or two. Dumb happy. Give me the sweet roar of the 12’s. Bliss baby.…
