In 2006, Jerry, me and my wife Susan went to the Super Bowl in Detroit (Susan being a Seahawks fan understood that was part and parcel to the two of us being in a loving relationship). The geeked-out excitement I had for that game was quickly extinguished by a lopsided, flag-throwing contest where all the calls went against my beloved team. If you are from Seattle, we all knew what the deal was. We got burned, and Seattle went back to our little corner of the United States, licked our wounds, and home-grew The 12th Man
Posted of part of Duff's article describing the debacle in Detroit to a T.
I am beginning to sense a lot of the 12th man that have forgot memories are now starting to come back.
Not being a downer; but this 12th man has a long memory.