We did it. I don’t know how. At one point, Jermaine Kearse was disowned and dead to me. He was the one involved with each of our turnovers…FOUR of them. Twice he dropped the ball, twice. A couple other times, the ball was thrown to him and he didn’t get to it. The Seahawks that showed up to the game today didn’t seem to have their shit together.
But you know what happened in overtime? KEARSE CAUGHT THE FUCKING BALL, THAT’S WHAT! Thus ending the game for a big fat WIN for the Seahawks to get us into the Super Bowl. I screamed my face off, high-fived all of my friends and sucked down a cocktail.