We completely lost our minds last night. It was one of those “one thing led to another” situations. I was hanging out with Lora and Jeff, my faithful football buddies. Whenever the Seahawks play, we’re together. We yell at the TV and each other. We jump around. We celebrate. We represent. We’re crazy for our team and we rock it hard. Although there are other good fans at our weekly gathering, Lora and Jeff are my mainstays. If there’s a heaven and I go there…
Photo by Steven Bisig We're midway through the regular football season. For fans, this is the apogee of our year. It's better than the Fourth of July, New Year's Eve, Santa Claus and a thousand birthdays rolled into one. Regardless of whether our team is winning or losing, we show up every week, fully-charged and ready to represent. 'Tis the season, baby. However, to the non-fans out there, we are, at best, a puzzling curiosity and, at worst, an irritating nuisance.…
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…
