Thursday, January 30, 2014


Surprise! We're All Going to the Super Bowl With This Dude and His Mom

See you there? Tenth row, end zone. See you there.

(The abridged backstory, via YouTube:)

In 1976 my mom became a Seattle Seahawks fan. She was in love with Jim Zorn, in awe of Steve Largent, and in the Kingdome whenever she could. After a 9-7 finish in the 1983 season, the Seahawks made their way to the AFC Championship by beating Miami in the Divisional round of their first playoff run. That night, mom wanted to go to Boeing Field to welcome back the Hawks, like I know a lot of people will be planning to do after this Sunday, but my dad wouldn't let her go. She was pregnant with me, due in three months. She missed that opportunity, and the Hawks went on to lose to the hated Raiders that year. The next year in 1984 the Hawks went 12-4, so I came in on a good note I'll say...

[In] 2005 we moved seats to the northwest side, 200 level, and we witnessed the best regular season in Seahawks history (since that 12-4 in 1984). The Redskins game went well, and the NFC championship against the Panthers couldn't have gone any better. Mom and I were out of our minds at that game, and revealed in the postgame celebrations, grabbing confetti to remember it by. We hoped to go to the Super Bowl in Detroit, but flat out couldn't afford it. My dad promised that next time he would send us, with the thought that next time may very well be into my own old age.

That would hold true all the way through this year's NFC championship run. It was Super Bowl time once again, and the thoughts came back that it was time to find a way to go! My parents and I looked at it, and realized pretty quickly, that there was no way to make it happen financially. It was just too expensive, and with my sister, and my own weddings coming up this year, it just didn't seem meant to be. A week later I found myself reading a headline on Bing about the falling prices of Super Bowl tickets, a surprising situation attributed to cold and cross-country travel difficulties. Naturally I figured I'd take a look and price the whole thing out... Thanks to a random headline I saw out of the corner of my eye after giving up hope, myself, essentially my mom's second son since I was five years old who she rarely gets to see anymore, and most importantly mom herself are heading to see the Seahawks play in the Super Bowl. Mom was there for the send-off of the Seahawks in person, with no clue of what was coming. She came to my house to see me and my dogs, and the FedEx guy arrived and I signed for the package. I opened it, and handed it over to her. Thirty years after she skipped their welcome home for my sake, I was able to return the favor in the biggest way I could ever think of.


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brb, crying at my desk a little.


Just added the whole story to the video description, for those interested.@l


Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! The way her head whips up at the beginning just kills me.


@meatcute (Also, I love how concerned the dogs look.)


@meatcute "What did you do, you two-legged monster? She's our Mom, too!"


Any other Seattlites kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda freaking out about this weekend?


@Brunhilde: I have never seen the city like this. Nothing really close, actually. I want this win for Seattle so, so much.

I was worried - deeply worried - about the possibility of in-city mayhem, had we lost the 49ers game. I didn't think Seattle could take the disappointment at getting so close to the big dance but ultimately being left on the sidelines. And we came very, very close to getting left on the sideline.

Seattle folks don't expect to win. I am not being glib - we just have no experience with it. We are a city that is just honored to be nominated.

I have no idea what this city would look like if it won a championship.

Rookie (not the magazine) (not that there's anything wrong with that)

I watched this video yesterday and I'm STILL so happy for this mom. And those dogs, if they have a cool dog-sitter to take care of them.

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