Today I am grateful for my Seahawks.
Even when they lose (and they usually do), I love my Seahawks. Of course, I taunted my son yesterday that we were going to pound his team and now have to live with the aftermath of that. But strangely, he has yet to neener neener me. Maybe it is because he is just embarrassed that he actually roots for the Dallas Cowboys. I mean, who wouldn't be? Especially living in Washington. How, you ask, can he be a Cowboys fan coming from Washington? Well, back when Washington had no team, his father was a Dallas Cowboys fan. Still is. Thus his son is now, too. Sadly, I could never break him of the habit. Kind of like hating tomatoes because his dad does. But I digress.
Sundays and Seahawks! Oh what a grand and glorious day. Maybe this is one of the reasons I love Fall so much. Lazy hazy stay-in-your-pj's Sundays watching the 'Hawks.
Todays game was early, 10am. I barely had a chance to get myself situated before it was time to settle in and cheer. Watching each play, rewinding and dissecting with DH. Arguing over how it should've gone. Hearing the collective moans of hundreds of thousands of fans across our state as a pass is missed, an interception is fumbled, a foul is called.
Yelling at the top of my lungs and wondering how my upstairs neighbor can stand Sundays when we are at home. I am a very vocal fan. Good or bad, I have something to say, and usually at the top of my lungs. DH and I have had a few discussions about that.
"Calm down!"
"No way! Did you see that?! How the *beep* can the ref CALL THAT?!! Is he *beep*ing STUPID?!"
"Stop yelling!"
"Are they *beep*ing paid off EVERY week?! What the *beep* is wrong with them?! Oh, back it up! I missed that!"
Perhaps this is why we don't share our love of Seahwks with family and friends.
Fall. Beautiful colors, crisp mornings, Seahwks.
I am grateful today for the Seahawks.
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