Dear Richard, It’s not like I didn’t know it was coming. It had been all over social media and sports radio for days. Still, when the official news broke, it hit me like a sledgehammer. I was at my desk at work and lost my breath for a moment. My gut knotted up. I was expecting it, but it still felt so surreal. The next day, you signed the deal with the 49ers. Any lingering hope that you might come back to the Seahawks was…
-Getty Images Last week, Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman was injured in an ugly Thursday Night Football game against the Arizona Cardinals. My friend Nate and I watched the game at a little sports bar in West Seattle and saw the play and the injury. The visual of my hero crumpled on the field was upsetting. A chill ran through me, but I still held out hope that the injury was not significant. However, as I was driving home that night…
Today I’m putting my hands in the air for the Seattle Seahawk’s fun-loving, shit-disturbing All-Pro cornerback and my new hero – Richard Sherman. I’ve been a Seahawks fan for a few years now but no player has inspired or delighted me quite like the mighty Mr. Sherman. He’s spirited. He’s sharp. He’s intrepid. He’s the quintessential athlete on top of his game. He’s an outspoken provocateur with a Twitter account. There is something about this cat that triggers my inner rascal and fills me with…
