Rob12
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With Thanksgiving 2015 upon us, I wanted to take this opportunity to sincerely thank the Seattle Seahawks for everything they have given us—the 12’s, over the past few years. In doing this, I also want to think .NET, which has been my sanctuary for discussing the team I love. There are so many great people here that have truly benefited my life, and I sincerely mean that.
Being a Seattle sports fan for most of my cognitive life, I have always been starved for a winner. Before early 2014, it was always the same thing—what have your teams won? And I could never answer that, because as a fan I had never experienced the pinnacle. In 2014, with mostly this group of current Seahawks, they changed all of that.
My dad died in March of 2013, and never got to physically experience the pure joy that I experienced on February 2, 2014. On that day, the Seahawks were a monster, and the Denver Broncos were absolutely devoured by a team that will forever live in our hearts. He was a huge Seahawks fan, and was the first person I knew that completely signed off on this front office drafting Russell Wilson.
That Super Bowl win in many ways helped sooth me during a time where I was completely lost as an individual. Many don’t understand that. How could a football team mean that much? But ever since late 1989, when I was just a snot nosed eight-year-old, this team became more than just something that I rooted for six months out of the year.
Looking at my avatar, I see that these guys have achieved something that 37 other Seahawks teams couldn’t quite get to. We live vicariously through these 53 men, and somehow hope that their success is the same as our own. When the last play of last year’s Super Bowl happened, I felt like my best friend stabbed me in the back. After all, how can you get that close and just seemingly give it away? But finally, today, I realized something—that play, as bad as the result was, is something that I could move on from.
My life doesn’t look all that different had Russell hit Ricardo Lockette in stride for the game winning touchdown. Does yours? But for the 53 men and the coaching staff that put their blood, sweat, and tears into last season, I realized that it affects them more. It’s something that through their older years, they will relive in a more painful way that any of us could even fathom. That should offer some perspective, if nothing else.
This team is 5-5 right now, and looks to be on the ropes. Many of the talking heads and other fan bases throughout the league have written this team off, and have proclaimed that the Seahawks rise to the top was just as quick as their fall back to where they belong. But that’s crap, and I feel terrible for doubting this team. There’s still six games to go, and an 11 win season within grasp, and at the risk of parroting one of our QB’s clichés, all this team needs to do for the next six weeks is go 1-0. I believe they can.
This team, this group of players, and our fan base has given me so much. I said that my life isn’t much different because of how they play, and that’s mostly true. But in my heart, it feels insanely good to be a part of all of this. I’m 34, but when I’m 64, I’m going to remember this team and how it made me feel. I am going to remember the Sunday afternoons in my assorted Seahawks jerseys, and having my three young sons sitting on my lap during the game. I’ll remember my middle boy, Jacob, who is only three-years-old, throwing up his hands and yelling, “Touchdown, Seahawks!” I’ll remember it.
That’s enough. But somehow, I know there is more to come.
That’s plenty enough to be thankful for.
We all we got, we all we need. It’s still true today. The NFL world doesn’t believe, but we do. Six weeks, one Sunday at a time. Get it done.
Happy Thanksgiving to you .NETTERS, you husbands and fathers, sons, brothers, and uncles. Also to you female lovers of the Seahawks—believe. Thank you to RockHawk and Anguish, and especially Aros, for providing us the best Seahawks community on the net.
Today, like every other day—Go Hawks!
Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy yourselves, enjoy your families, and enjoy the fact that we've got the back of the best football team on the planet.
Being a Seattle sports fan for most of my cognitive life, I have always been starved for a winner. Before early 2014, it was always the same thing—what have your teams won? And I could never answer that, because as a fan I had never experienced the pinnacle. In 2014, with mostly this group of current Seahawks, they changed all of that.
My dad died in March of 2013, and never got to physically experience the pure joy that I experienced on February 2, 2014. On that day, the Seahawks were a monster, and the Denver Broncos were absolutely devoured by a team that will forever live in our hearts. He was a huge Seahawks fan, and was the first person I knew that completely signed off on this front office drafting Russell Wilson.
That Super Bowl win in many ways helped sooth me during a time where I was completely lost as an individual. Many don’t understand that. How could a football team mean that much? But ever since late 1989, when I was just a snot nosed eight-year-old, this team became more than just something that I rooted for six months out of the year.
Looking at my avatar, I see that these guys have achieved something that 37 other Seahawks teams couldn’t quite get to. We live vicariously through these 53 men, and somehow hope that their success is the same as our own. When the last play of last year’s Super Bowl happened, I felt like my best friend stabbed me in the back. After all, how can you get that close and just seemingly give it away? But finally, today, I realized something—that play, as bad as the result was, is something that I could move on from.
My life doesn’t look all that different had Russell hit Ricardo Lockette in stride for the game winning touchdown. Does yours? But for the 53 men and the coaching staff that put their blood, sweat, and tears into last season, I realized that it affects them more. It’s something that through their older years, they will relive in a more painful way that any of us could even fathom. That should offer some perspective, if nothing else.
This team is 5-5 right now, and looks to be on the ropes. Many of the talking heads and other fan bases throughout the league have written this team off, and have proclaimed that the Seahawks rise to the top was just as quick as their fall back to where they belong. But that’s crap, and I feel terrible for doubting this team. There’s still six games to go, and an 11 win season within grasp, and at the risk of parroting one of our QB’s clichés, all this team needs to do for the next six weeks is go 1-0. I believe they can.
This team, this group of players, and our fan base has given me so much. I said that my life isn’t much different because of how they play, and that’s mostly true. But in my heart, it feels insanely good to be a part of all of this. I’m 34, but when I’m 64, I’m going to remember this team and how it made me feel. I am going to remember the Sunday afternoons in my assorted Seahawks jerseys, and having my three young sons sitting on my lap during the game. I’ll remember my middle boy, Jacob, who is only three-years-old, throwing up his hands and yelling, “Touchdown, Seahawks!” I’ll remember it.
That’s enough. But somehow, I know there is more to come.
That’s plenty enough to be thankful for.
We all we got, we all we need. It’s still true today. The NFL world doesn’t believe, but we do. Six weeks, one Sunday at a time. Get it done.
Happy Thanksgiving to you .NETTERS, you husbands and fathers, sons, brothers, and uncles. Also to you female lovers of the Seahawks—believe. Thank you to RockHawk and Anguish, and especially Aros, for providing us the best Seahawks community on the net.
Today, like every other day—Go Hawks!
Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy yourselves, enjoy your families, and enjoy the fact that we've got the back of the best football team on the planet.
