I was in high school when we were awarded a franchise. We had an assembly at school where some players showed up to build enthusiasm for the new Seahawks club. I remember thinking at the time that they didn't look that different from any of us in high school! Having only seen football players on TV, I guess I expected them to be bigger than life or something. They were two guys we'd never heard of at the time - Jim Zorn and Steve Largent. At our little high school in Sumner WA.
Then, there I was living in northern San Diego County in the 80s, after being in and back out of the Navy. I always repped my Hawks, but it was hard in those days to catch 'em on TV. I spent a lot of Sundays at a sports bar back then. My best bet was when we played the Raiders, because there was a Raiders bar (that was also a Marines bar) in Oceanside. Luckily for me, many of my friends from work were retired Gunnery Sergeants, so even though they all cheered for the wrong team they also had my back. I went there all the time all decked out in my Seahawks gear, getting just a buttload of crap and giving it right back! The small prop bets flowed constantly - "I bet he gets a first down here!" or "I bet he gets his ass sacked!" with a dollar or five on the line.
I was working in my garage and drinking a beer, listening to the AFCCG against the Raiders. When we lost, I hucked my beer bottle across the garage so hard that I literally dented the piston deck on an engine I had on a stand. I was still picking up glass shards when I sold the house 6 years later.
In 1987, my second daughter got bacterial meningitis. She was 5, and we were worried sick about her. In the hospital, they told her she could watch any show she wanted, any cartoon. Her choice? "I want to watch my daddy's Seahawks!" You know her on here as PrincessHawk these days.
In the 90s, we moved back. The team sucked, but I never missed a game. in 92, I was hunting almost every weekend and I listened to every game on the truck radio, through the static and poor reception of the mountains. I still can't believe how many games we lost on opponents having a career-best game/play/run/FG/whatever - we should have won 6 games that year! At least I was finally able to afford season tickets, which I kept throughout the end of the KingDome and the first year at Husky Stadium. Had to give 'em up when I bought a house so that my Dad (who got cancer) and Mom could have a place to stay since Dad couldn't work.
Then SB XL*.
Now, here we are. On the brink of being back-to-back Superbowl champions. I can't believe it. I remember when Percy Harvin took the second-half kickoff back last year and the realization hit me that we were really, truly going to win it all. I had to sit back down because I almost passed out during the runback!
And by the way, I heard today that we're the 12th team to make it back to the Superbowl the next year after appearing the year before. Therefore, this is pre-ordained that we win.
GO!!!!
HAWKS!!!!