So…I get it. Not everyone is a Seahawks fan, although I can’t think of one reason you wouldn’t be. Okay, okay…maybe I can. Maybe because we beat your team? Or you’re not accustomed to celebratory crotch grabs? Maybe it’s the boastful post-game on-field interviews of certain players who just made the play if their lives and then get a microphone thrust into their piehole? Maybe you’re not used to your team playing with fully-inflated….BALLS?
Whatever team you follow, I’m sure you have felt what I’m about to attempt to explain with words.
Today, something pretty amazing happened. The Seahawks organization piled into 3 custom coach buses and headed to SeaTac Airport on their way to play in their SECOND Super Bowl in as many years. I wasn’t planning to be on the bus route, but my husband and daughter went to a concert in Seattle last night and the car didn’t start when they wanted to leave to come back home. It was my job to go get them this morning.
I remembered hearing about some of the freeway ramps being closed so that the fans could give our boys a #SeahawksSendoff and the timing was going to be just about right for me to perhaps catch a glimpse of the buses. Thousands of fans lined the roads along the path the team would take to get to the airport. Overpasses filled with fire trucks and police cars, fans of every age dressed in their finest 12th man gear. Flags flying, towels twirling, arms flailing. For this:
When I saw the fans on the overpasses start to wave their 12th Man flags and waving like maniacs, I grabbed my phone and prepared myself. What I did not expect was to be overcome with emotions. The fact that I was driving at the perfect place without intention or having planned it brought chills all over my body. Then my eyes welled up. I’m not sure what I expected to feel, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s no secret that I wear my emotions on my sleeve. I cry at coffee commercials for chrissakes. I cry when one player helps another player stand up after they just got done tackling them. Yeah…I’m one of those.
I’m an excited Seahawks fan. I’ve cheered for and cried for this team ever since I was a kid. Coming from a family of diehard football fans, my dad had no sisters…only brothers…my Sundays and Mondays were always filled with football. I love my team. The men that represent us on the field are amazing humanitarians. They all have incredible hearts. If you think otherwise, might I suggest you do a little research?
The feeling in our city…our entire state…we are so proud of our Hawks. The camaraderie is palpable…you can actually feel it…it’s an electricity in the air, there is a scent to it. Everyone’s smile is a bit wider. It’s because we “Believe”. They made us believe in magic.