Rob12
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Last year was a rough year for me.
I lost my dad unexpectedly on March 25, 2013. He was my favorite 12, even though he did it from his couch. He was never quite as passionate as me, but he did love this team. Losing him has changed my perspective on life astronomically. I've seen rock bottom as a man, but am turning the corner. I watched my first game with him in 1989 - the day Largent hauled in his 100th career touchdown pass. I was 7. I've been hooked ever since.
I bring that up because February 2, 2014 was a massively bittersweet day for me. As I watched the team we both love win their first Super Bowl, I became quite emotional. I watched Russell hoist the Lombardi with tears streaming rapidly down my cheeks, remembering back to the day that him and I watched his beloved Nebraska Cornhuskers get annihilated by the Wisconsin Badgers and their QB, No. 16.
"I don't care how tall he is, that kid will be winning games on Sundays," he said, quite emphatically.
Then we drafted him. My dad was happy as could be, telling me that we just drafted our franchise QB.
So those tears meant something. My dad was smiling - I know it. I wished like hell that he was there to give me a celebratory hug.
I remember the interview that Russell did with Terry Bradshaw, and I remember him talking about his dad. You could see the love in our quarterback's eyes and how even though his dad is gone from this earth, his words stay with him. That's when I knew we were going to win 48.
But this isn't about 48. That's over, and this is a different team now with new struggles and a mountain of adversity that they didn't have to climb last year.
But like Russell's dad's words stay with him, my dad's words stay with me. After the Atlanta playoff game two seasons ago, my dad consoled me and said, "No. 3, buddy. No. 3. We'll be back."
Those words. It's a different team, but we have the same Captain steering the ship. I know that Russell can't go it alone, but I believe that he will get this team - HIS team - back. I saw a franchise QB today put his team on his back and there is not a single doubt in my mind that had he got the ball back with a minute to go, we win this game.
We're a new team from here on out. We can't do anything about today, but I feel so strongly about this team righting the ship and putting the collective naysayers right back in their place. Our identity as a team was not going to be reclaimed in such short fashion, but today, despite the painfulness of a loss such as this, proved to me that we are on our way. We'll get there. I'm damn sure of it.
Maybe that doesn't mean a repeat. I think we can all agree that talk such as that at this point is not all that logical. But we're getting back to Seahawks' football. Things will be cleaned up.
For those of you who have mailed this season in, I'm good with you. I don't question your allegiance or fandom. We're all 12's here, which connects us all.
I just happen to think if that's your stance, you're wrong.
This isn't 2013. I've closed that chapter written by a team that will forever hold a special place in my heart. A team that, quite frankly, was one of my most supportive friends as I went through the most heart wrenching and life-altering experience of my life. A friend that picked me up when I was too weak to get up. If that sounds corny, so be it - but it's all the way true.
I choose to keep believing. I choose to keep believing in No. 3. I choose to keep believing in Pete and how he leads this team. Earl, Sherm, Kam, Wagz, Beast, ADB... All of them. I believe because I know they do, too. And they demand that you do as well.
2014 - the comeback starts now.
SEA...
I lost my dad unexpectedly on March 25, 2013. He was my favorite 12, even though he did it from his couch. He was never quite as passionate as me, but he did love this team. Losing him has changed my perspective on life astronomically. I've seen rock bottom as a man, but am turning the corner. I watched my first game with him in 1989 - the day Largent hauled in his 100th career touchdown pass. I was 7. I've been hooked ever since.
I bring that up because February 2, 2014 was a massively bittersweet day for me. As I watched the team we both love win their first Super Bowl, I became quite emotional. I watched Russell hoist the Lombardi with tears streaming rapidly down my cheeks, remembering back to the day that him and I watched his beloved Nebraska Cornhuskers get annihilated by the Wisconsin Badgers and their QB, No. 16.
"I don't care how tall he is, that kid will be winning games on Sundays," he said, quite emphatically.
Then we drafted him. My dad was happy as could be, telling me that we just drafted our franchise QB.
So those tears meant something. My dad was smiling - I know it. I wished like hell that he was there to give me a celebratory hug.
I remember the interview that Russell did with Terry Bradshaw, and I remember him talking about his dad. You could see the love in our quarterback's eyes and how even though his dad is gone from this earth, his words stay with him. That's when I knew we were going to win 48.
But this isn't about 48. That's over, and this is a different team now with new struggles and a mountain of adversity that they didn't have to climb last year.
But like Russell's dad's words stay with him, my dad's words stay with me. After the Atlanta playoff game two seasons ago, my dad consoled me and said, "No. 3, buddy. No. 3. We'll be back."
Those words. It's a different team, but we have the same Captain steering the ship. I know that Russell can't go it alone, but I believe that he will get this team - HIS team - back. I saw a franchise QB today put his team on his back and there is not a single doubt in my mind that had he got the ball back with a minute to go, we win this game.
We're a new team from here on out. We can't do anything about today, but I feel so strongly about this team righting the ship and putting the collective naysayers right back in their place. Our identity as a team was not going to be reclaimed in such short fashion, but today, despite the painfulness of a loss such as this, proved to me that we are on our way. We'll get there. I'm damn sure of it.
Maybe that doesn't mean a repeat. I think we can all agree that talk such as that at this point is not all that logical. But we're getting back to Seahawks' football. Things will be cleaned up.
For those of you who have mailed this season in, I'm good with you. I don't question your allegiance or fandom. We're all 12's here, which connects us all.
I just happen to think if that's your stance, you're wrong.
This isn't 2013. I've closed that chapter written by a team that will forever hold a special place in my heart. A team that, quite frankly, was one of my most supportive friends as I went through the most heart wrenching and life-altering experience of my life. A friend that picked me up when I was too weak to get up. If that sounds corny, so be it - but it's all the way true.
I choose to keep believing. I choose to keep believing in No. 3. I choose to keep believing in Pete and how he leads this team. Earl, Sherm, Kam, Wagz, Beast, ADB... All of them. I believe because I know they do, too. And they demand that you do as well.
2014 - the comeback starts now.
SEA...
