If you’re looking for a surreal experience, take a drive past the Seahawks practice facility over the next few days and feast your eyes upon the ghost town that sits upon the shores of Renton’s sliver of Lake Washington. The usually bustling Virginia Mason Athletic Center is vacant, save for a handful of cars in the parking lot and a few inconspicuous employees middling around the building, everyone else having departed for a game, just a game, to be played three-thousand miles away.
For a week, at least, the Seahawks belong not to the Pacific Northwest but to the nation, one of two teams that America will choose to root for come Super Bowl Sunday. These are your Seahawks, our Seahawks, Seattle’s Seahawks, certainly. But as the week wears on, a bandwagon will swell beyond capacity as onlookers the world around pick sides, opting between our squad and those other guys from Denver.
This is what we’ve always wanted, isn’t it? For the bulk of the past three years, as the Hawks have marched towards uber-relevance and the fan base has subsequently multiplied, the 12th Man has decried the lack of regard from those deemed nationally important. There were never enough segments on the radio, features on television, or inches in our favorite publications to satisfy our Blue Fridays – and Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays, too.
But now as we approach the world’s biggest game, played on the outskirts of this country’s most recognized city, we’re becoming overwhelmed by everything that’s being said about our football team. And unlike before, when we blasted the media outside this regional bubble we live in for their perceived ignorance, we find ourselves struggling to digest the words and sentiments being frivolously bandied about by pundits who are finally paying attention. We asked for this. We got it. And now we don’t like it.
What were you expecting? The media is supposed to be unbiased. You and I, however, are very much biased. We love the Seahawks. That means absolutely nothing for those being paid to opine about our ballclub.
Take, for instance, this column on Marshawn Lynch from CBSSports.com’s Gregg Doyel. Doyel lambasts Lynch’s behavior at Super Bowl Media Day, calling it both “embarrassing” and “humiliating.” But embarrassing and humiliating to whom? Lynch isn’t bothered by his own reserved demeanor. The Seahawks certainly don’t seem to care that Lynch acts the way he does. The throng of reporters, including a number of Seattle-based pundits, expected nothing more and nothing less – well, perhaps less – from the running back. So it’s left up to guys who operate on a more national level, like Doyel, to recoil at the fact that, OMG, a player won’t address them in the manner they feel they should be addressed.
This is a link-bait piece at its finest, an article idea conceived even before Doyel awoke this morning, I’d wager. Never mind the fact that Doyel could have crafted a story from the likes of any other Seahawk circling the floor or manning a podium at the Prudential Center on Tuesday. This column was as much about Marshawn Lynch as it was the author, who took the liberty of sharing his appall, however fabricated, in order to log site hits and boost his own Q rating with the reflection in the mirror.
You know who Gregg Doyel is? Seriously, do you even KNOW who Gregg Doyel is? Yeah, me neither. He’s just a guy. A guy who writes. I guarantee you that the Gregg Doyels of the world aren’t walking up to attractive girls in swanky clubs and name-dropping themselves on unsuspecting hotties who will then melt, absolutely melt, at words like “national” and “columnist.” It doesn’t happen that way. But if you presented this line of thinking to the reverent media, purveyors of truth, justice, and the American way, they’d scoff. Because in their own minds, these national pundits are the holy grail of information that this universe so desperately needs.
Why do you want ESPN’s affection, or Fox Sports’, or CBS’? Do you really need the worldwide press to tell you how great this football team is, how impactful their fans are, how well they might play come Sunday? Do you honestly desire the approval of scribes with their heads so far up their own asses that they can’t see the light of day? Is this really what you’ve craved, 12th Man?
None of it matters. Not any of it. From what Gregg Doyel has to say, to NFL Network, to NBC, to USA Today, to anyone else. You don’t need magazine covers or featurettes to tell you how important your team is. The Seahawks are great because of what they’ve done on the field. This isn’t about respect or disrespect towards a franchise or its fan base, either. The 12th Man is loud and everyone knows it – what everyone says about the 12th Man might vary, however, and that’s just fine.
So let’s ignore the national media and move past this desire to be loved, Seahawks fans. Win a game on Sunday and there will seemingly be no end to the accolades thrown Seattle’s way. Earning affection, rather than clamoring for it, is a much more satisfying achievement.
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Are you a 49ers fan making the trip to Seattle for this Sunday’s NFC Championship game? Do you know a 49ers fan coming to town to attend the game? Are you this lady, who would prefer to hang out with 49ers fans because the Seahawks faithful are “alcohol-fueled bullies”?
Whatever your situation, if you plan to support that other football team from San Francisco this week, we’d like to welcome you to the Emerald City with this comprehensive guide of things to do, places to stay, and restaurants at which to eat during your time with us. You can’t say we aren’t a classy bunch up here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
Where to stay on your trip
Let’s start with lodging. You bought playoff tickets on a whim from a third-party reseller, dropping more than a thousand dollars of hard-earned cash that could have paid to send your kid to college bail your kid out of jail, and now you’ve only begun to piece the rest of your mini-vacation together. Not to worry, friend, we’ve done the legwork for you. When you visit Seattle, here are three of the best local inns for you to call your temporary home.
1. The Emerald Queen Hotel & Casino
With three stars to its name, the Emerald Queen Hotel & Casino is arguably considered the nicest hotel in all of Fife. If you have a gambling habit, you’ll find the sprawling complex especially to your liking – but don’t spend all that money in one place! An abundance of nearby automobile dealerships may just catch your eye before you leave town.
2. Extended Stay America
Nestled between luxurious Interstate-5 and a highway that prostitutes frequent, you’ll find the Extended Stay America, owner of an impressive (for Fife) 3.3 Google Review rating. Feel free to call the Extended Stay home for a night, a weekend, or forever – that’s why they call it Extended Stay! Just don’t venture too far from your room after dark. Unless you’re into hookers. In which case, go wherever the wind takes you. And Godspeed.
3. Days Inn Fife
One of very few motels bold enough to put the township’s name right there in their lodging’s moniker, the Days Inn Fife deserves recognition simply for claiming Fife as its own. Respect.
What to do on your trip
1. Visit the Emerald Queen Casino
Even if you don’t plan to sleep at the worldish-renowned EQC, we invite you to make a day of it at the slots. If you’re lucky, you might even be able to catch a concert from some of your favorite musical acts of days gone by, such as Brian McKnight, Air Supply, or my personal favorite, Billy Ocean!
2. Venture over to the Fife History Museum
Have you ever wanted to learn more about Fife? Great news! The Fife History Museum will give you what is most likely to be considered an unnecessary amount of knowledge on this city of industry. For just $20, you can allegedly purchase an annual pass so that you may return to brush up on ancient Fife trivia each time you return to the great state of Washington in 2014!
3. Take a dip at the Fife Swim Center
If you enjoy dozens of screaming children splashing you incessantly with chlorinated water, the Fife Swim Center is the place for you! Operated by Spaniards who siesta in the afternoon (we think), the Swim Center is open from 5:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m., and then again from 4:30 p.m. to 9:00 p.m., Monday through Thursday. Oddly, the Swim Center is only open from 5:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. on Fridays. And a bit of bad news: the Swim Center will be closed this Saturday, January 18th, for what we can only assume to be a celebration of the 1955 Battle of Yijangshan – and who could forget that! Regardless, if you don’t go there, you might not have anything left to do in Fife. So…go there.
Where to eat on your trip
1. Louie G’s Pizzeria
With a 4.4 Google Review rating, Louie G’s Pizzeria does not mess around. Offering up a seemingly limitless supply of delectable Italian cuisine, Louie G’s is so good that it may even inspire you to sing the praises of one of Seattle’s favorite Italians, Breno Giacomini. Giacomini! Giacomini!
2. Thai in Fife
Proud bearer of a 4.0 Google Review rating, Thai in Fife wins the award for most transparent venue name. If you’re into Thai food while simultaneously in Fife, this is probably the place to go.
3. Jack in the Box
Marijuana is legal in Washington. Jack in the Box serves “Munchie Meals.” It’s not hard to figure out.
So there you have it! Three of the best places to stay, visit, and eat while you’re with us here in our fair city. We hope you enjoy your trip, but not too much, because we plan to kick your ass on Sunday. Also, your quarterback is a doofus, and you guys suck at geography.
Welcome to Seattle! Go Hawks!
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Three days from now, the Seahawks will take to the field for the first time in two weeks and kickoff what everyone hopes and expects to be a run to the Super Bowl. They’ll meet the New Orleans Saints in the friendly confines of CenturyLink Field and undoubtedly the atmosphere will be beyond raucous, beyond chaotic, bordering on anarchic, absolutely insane.
Fans will be amped up after a fortnight away from football, and the energy won’t ooze from the stadium so much as it will rage like storm water through a collapsing levee. The Saints, bless their unfortunate souls, will be lucky to leave Seattle with their eardrums fully functional, their spirits still intact, and their appendages all firmly attached to their collective torsos. Beyond that, the outcome should favor the hometown eleven (or twelve, if you believe in the power of the home crowd, which most do), leaving little doubt over what will occur the following week in that very same venue: an NFC Championship bout with either the hated 49ers or the less-hated Panthers.
Until a referee starts the clock and a football takes flight from the runway of a strategically-placed kicking tee, fans will sit here and stew, anxiously awaiting a moment that seems farther and farther away despite getting nearer and nearer with each passing second. Twitching and shaking we idle at our desks, in our cars, on our sofas, and endure this delay like a child hopped up on sugar sent to his room for misbehaving.
The aggravation builds, the tension rises and falls with every breath, the seconds turn to minutes turn to hours. And as we quietly rumble through the passing moments, we seek outlets for our simmering anxiety. Those outlets, though, they’re insufficient. Seahawks fans have taxed every avenue of repurposed unease in recent days. It has been entertaining at times, boring at others. The end results of compounded apprehension have been good, bad, and ugly. Mostly ugly.
Rest assured, we really need the Seahawks to play a football game. Because in lieu of action, here are a few ways we’ve been spending our free time.
1. We have made every joke there is to make about the geographically-imprecise location of a Fife-based billboard advertising the San Francisco 49ers’ five Super Bowl trophies.
How many titles do the 49ers have? One, two, three, four, FIFE!
Why is the 49ers’ billboard so unfair? Because Fife will never have an NFL team to win a Super Bowl.
Do you have a joke of your own about the unfortunate placement of this billboard funded entirely by sensitive-yet-moronic San Francisco football fans? Have you been saving it to deploy at just the right moment? Well you may as well have been collecting baseball cards, because chances are your wisecrack is now worthless.
If you haven’t gotten your “that billboard is in Fife, you idiots” one-liner in by now, it’s very likely that someone else has already done so on your behalf. Seemingly every quip has been uttered, beaten, and dragged through the mud a thousand times since the digital “billboard” (it’s a screen that occasionally flashes in rotation with a bunch of other advertisements, so call it what you want) was paid for by a group of Niners faithful. It’s reached the point that people don’t even laugh anymore when you show them on a map the 30-mile divide separating Seattle from the location of the ad. The billboard, it seems, has achieved that all-important pinnacle of a bad idea’s evolution: apathy.
2. We have heard way too many new songs that include references to the Seahawks.
I blame Wiz Khalifa. His 2010 hit single Black and Yellow was purportedly about his beloved Pittsburgh Steelers. Never mind the fact that at no point during his lyrical ode does he utter the words “Pittsburgh” or “Steelers,” countless musicians have followed in Khalifa’s footsteps, penning rhymes and rhythms in homage to their favorite football franchises in the three-plus years since.
Seattle is no exception, and with a multitude of aspiring-slash-struggling musicians in our fair city, dozens upon dozens of acts have attempted to capitalize on the Seahawks’ widespread popularity by releasing aptly-themed bits of aural (dis)pleasure. If you are a musician dying for attention (or a paycheck), it seems, your path to success is paved in shades of blue and green.
Problem is, most of these songs suck. They suck bad. And they’re written by no-talent ass-clowns who should give up a crumbling dream and take on full-time hours and the prospect of a middle management position at the nearest Burger King. Not all the cuts are horrible, mind you. But most leave something, or everything, to be desired.
So in vetting tunes for the playoff run, be sure you’re being selective. You love the Seahawks, everyone understands that, but you don’t need to post or re-post links to lazy works of art on YouTube simply because those music videos include references to your favorite football team. I like tits and ass, but you don’t see me linking to every cut that references boobies and badonk. Use good judgment. The world will be a better place.
3. We have over-Photoshopped and over-memed.
You have a picture of something, anything. You took the picture, opened it up in Photoshop, slapped a Seahawks-related image on it, hit “Save,” and uploaded your unique creation to the world wide web. Your friend saw that picture. He told one of his friends about it, who told one of her friends about it, who told three more friends, who told six more friends, and all of a sudden you’ve done it, you’ve gone viral. Now everyone is under the impression that there actually is a 12th Man flag on the moon, all because you pieced together two unrelated images so deftly that it has to be real, I mean just look at it, that is clearly not Photoshopped.
This is a trend. For every fifty Seahawks fans that don’t know the difference between Photoshop and Print Shop (remember Print Shop?) there is one enlightened individual who can brilliantly craft any foreground to any background and vice versa, leaving nothing to the imagination because to see it is to believe it.
But even if you can’t Photoshop, you can probably meme. Meme generators pollute the web like sex pill ads, popping up by the millions upon simply Googling “meme.” The formula is ridiculously uncomplicated. Upload an image. Add text to the top of the image. Add text to the bottom of the image. Click “Create.” Done. Your text doesn’t even have to be inspiring or particularly humorous. It will still show up in big, white block lettering. It will still appear in goofy, irreverent fashion. It will still make the rounds on social media if you want it to. And then you’ll be the guy that created that one meme that everybody saw, even if they saw it and didn’t care for it. You’ll be the guy. That could be you.
You won’t be able to suit up and play for your beloved Seahawks. But damn it, thanks to your image manipulation skills, you will contribute to the playoff run.
4. We have dissected every last goddamn statistic.
The football nerds. Someone save the football nerds. After a week-and-a-half with no game film to analyze, they’re going crazy looking for material to break down. Are you interested in how the Seahawks perform on third downs in the fourth quarter when the temperature is exactly 44-degrees Fahrenheit? You could be. What about how the defense performs between the hours of 2:25 p.m. Pacific Time and 2:45 p.m. Pacific Time? We’ve reached a new level of analysis that can only be appreciated by the most diehard of all diehards. There is nothing left to scrutinize, nothing left to inspect.
I liken this to that one commercial from days gone by when a wayward middle-aged man slumped miserably before a computer screen, made one last click of his mouse, and was greeted with an ominous response from the speakers on his machine: “You’ve reached the end of the internet. Please go back.” How much has that man seen, we all thought. How much weird shit did he have to wade through to get to this point? Does his wife know? Has he been fired from his job yet? How is he not in jail? There were so many questions, most of which began with “How” and “Why.”
This is where we’re at in our analysis of the Seahawks. Numbers and words mean nothing anymore. The team needs to play. Just play. Play already! Play a game, save the nerds.
5. We’ve been fighting about stupid, stupid stuff.
You’re not a real fan. Do you even know who Michael Sinclair is? I bet you don’t. Have you heard of Cortez Kennedy or Dave Krieg? Can you even spell “Krieg”? Name five players on the offense whose last names aren’t Lynch or Wilson. You’re not a true Seahawks fan. You don’t deserve this team.
The absence of game action has forced fans to out-fan one another. Who’s the fanniest of all fans? Let’s find out by tickle fighting one another over social media until someone breaks and admits defeat. Let’s get upset over the economics of who gets game tickets and who doesn’t, over who deserves to be there and who doesn’t, over third-party resellers (just get out of the ticket-selling business, StubHub! GOD!), over supply and demand, and over just about anything else one could possibly get upset about.
As soon as kickoff hits, we’ll stop this madness. The game itself is a pacifier of sorts for the crazed fanatics we’ve become. Instead of fighting over useless nonsense, we’ll be fighting over the offensive play-calling (hashtag, FireBevell), or about the proper juxtaposition of the vast array of consonants in “Hauschka.” Regardless, we won’t be pretentious pricks for at least three hours on Saturday, and that’s a good thing. Until the game ends. And we have a championship for which to prepare. And this all begins anew.
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Happy Blue Friday 12ers! Let’s Tawk Hawk.
Last Monday night, the Seattle Seahawks left the nation of 12 scratching their collective heads. Every 12 nationwide knew that this week’s Hawk Tawk was going to be a little abrasive. Seattle’s offense looked completely inept. There was no creativity, no adjusting, no answers, no coaching. Thank the football Gods that the defense held up in the Red Zone, but golly gee Wally, that was terrible. Let’s Tawk about it. Ughh.
The offensive line was exactly what we knew they were going to be going up against a Divisional opponent. With some, or at least one, of the best rush ends in the league, Seattle’s offensive line looked like a play-dough fun factory. Shove the handful of dough in one side and 7 brightly colored quarterback sacks were squeezed out the other. Rookie Michael Bowie and Paul McQuistan are just simply not getting their jobs done. For the past few weeks I have made it known that I thought Bowie was an upgrade over Giacomini, or at least would be in the near future. I believe I also said, “Giacomini will never start another down for the Seahawks.”. I have changed my mind. I would, at this point, rather have Giacomini back. At least he is nasty and mean. At least he can push people around, [sic] tackle defensive pass rushers, and protect someone, sometimes. At least he would take action if he kept getting smoked in pass protection. We all know he would have had at least 5 or 6 holding calls in that game. I have said it all year, the offensive line is not good. I do not see that improving past mediocrity, and that will only happen when they get the starters back. Okung will be huge for the left side, but the right side is hopeless. Sweezy is like a small Giacomini, at least he holds just as well. I hope that by having their butts smoked on MNF, the coaching staff will finally take their play into account and design an offensive game plan around it. Which brings me to my next point.
Some of you saw that Seattle tried to run and were not very successful. I saw that Seattle tried to run in their basic zone block scheme a few times and weren’t successful, so they quit. I saw that they weren’t successful because they did not seem to attempt to help the two tackles in any way. I didn’t see any two tight end (pulled in tight) sets. I didn’t see more than a handful of quick out or slant reads. I didn’t see dual back sets to set up screens. As a matter of fact, I didn’t see them give any real consideration to trying to defeat the pass rush at all, ever. Maybe we can get Clay Mathews to do a handyman commercial in Seattle. I doubt a Fathead would fix Seattle’s offensive line, but heck I’ll try anything at this point. It almost looked like they just said, “Well I don’t know what else to do so let’s just hope we get lucky.” We are happy that they did get lucky, but man, I was disappointed. There is a major hole in the road to the Superbowl my friends. The offensive line is causing problems not only for Russell Wilson, but obviously for the offensive game plan as a whole. The offense looks like a Junior Varsity playbook compared to what they normally do. So, it is here I will stop with my whining. They won, and it was important that they did. My heart can’t take too much more, though.
The Seattle Seahawk defense looked better than the offense. I didn’t say great, because they were not great. The defense allowed a scrub quarterback to march his team down the field too many times. Yes, they only allowed 9 points and had a great goal line stand to win the game. However, it should have never allowed those drives to happen in the first place. I am not going to pretend that I understand the complexities of coverage schemes, but I am willing to say that the coverage was nowhere as aggressive as it should have been. An inexperienced quarterback versus the Legion of Boom translates to, “make him beat you with his arm.” Instead, Seattle gave up 200 yards on the ground and consistently left holes in the line open that had no right to be open. The Rams ran all over Seattle defense. I am dumbfounded as to why Seattle didn’t stack the run and go man press in coverage. But, aren’t we all. Oh, “But they got two interceptions you say?” Both interceptions were on very poorly thrown balls, and the only football players who had a chance to catch them were Seattle Seahawks. ”If Seattle doesn’t make those two interceptions they lose the game you say?” How many times did Seattle turn those interceptions into points? At any rate, they didn’t break, they just got a little twisted. Don’t get me wrong here, I really did see some great things. Bruce Irvin looked awesome flying all over the field racking up tackles and looking like Sherman on that interception. There was decent pressure, but Seattle only sacked Clemons three times. I would like to say that the LOB kept the passing game in check, but the Rams did that to themselves. Seattle didn’t do anything to force the Rams to throw, and they almost paid dearly for it. On a much lighter note, I would like to say welcome back Bobby Wagner, we missed you and Earl Thomas, you are freaking awesome.
Mike Rob didn’t have much of an impact on the offensive game, but I am glad he is back. Nobody really did except Tater Salad, and though he provided points, I hope his premature JV celebrations are truly over. That was embarrassing. Sidney Rice is gone for the year, and that is going to sting. Not that he was a huge impact on the direct success of the offense week in and week out, but he certainly is Seattle’s biggest receiver in stature. Seattle used Sidney to clear backfields and to draw coverage deep. They are going to be depending much more on Tater, Dougie Fresh, Kearse, and maybe even Lockette. Yes I know Boo Boo is coming back soon, but he doesn’t fit the role that Rice filled. To be completely honest with you, I am not too worried about the receivers. Tater and Dougie Fresh have enough talent to hold down the Nest, while Lockette is a speedy guy who can come in and draw some coverage. Kearse needs to take advantage of this opportunity. If he doesn’t, I don’t know that we see him going forward into next year. Anyone want to bet that Rice is probably done as a Seahawk? I hate to say it, I really do, but his Salary going into next year is way too much for an oft injured receiver with declining numbers. I am excited to see Dougie get some reps, as he is one of my underdog kind of favorites, but what I really want is for the receiving corp to step up, start getting open, and figure out how to be consistent. Once again though, the injury bug bites hard.
Marshawn Lynch was very upset about his under use in that game. I do not blame him one iota. The Seahawks really screwed the pooch in the running game, and only giving Marshawn 8 or so carries isn’t going to make anyone happy. The coaches are all Tawking about how they are mad too, but they are the knuckleheads who made the calls. They better let Lynch get 200+ on the ground this week, no excuses. The Seahawks coaches put on a show on Monday night and it was called, Absolutely the worst offensive coordination I have ever seen.”
Against Tampa this weekend Seattle has lots of explaining to do. Not with words and excuses mind you, but with play on the field. The defense needs to play like they can, and the coordinators need to let them. The Seahawks need to run the ball like they can, and the coordinators need to let them. The Seahawks need to sack Mike Glennon at least 6 times, but then thank him for helping the entire saga of Russell Wilson to play out the way it did. Seattle did a great job not turning the ball over, not sure how, but they did, and they need to continue that this week. The legion needs to cause havoc in the backfield and cover everything that flies. The run defense needs to come back, not sure where they were vacationing at, but please come home. 12thman needs to be big for the home team this week, they need us. Lastly, way back in the preseason I predicted that this week, ”Revis” Island, much like the Louisiana Territory, is purchased for a four-year $2,222,424 contract and is renamed Sherman’s Peak.” Make it happen Seahawks, Make it so.
Football. 12thman now, 12thman forever, GO HAWKS!!
The Seahawks are 6-1 for the first time in the history of the franchise and have proved to non-believers across the nation that they have the ability to win big games on the road, one of their biggest weaknesses coming into the season.
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Enjoy NFL Sunday 12th Man! Go Hawks!
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Seahawks fans over the years, it’s that each individual fanatic seems to have a unique chip on his or her shoulder that serves as motivation for the devoted interest in Seattle’s pro football team.
Some fans grew up in the Kingdome and became accustomed to earth-shaking noise reverberating off the stone-grey walls of the now-deceased indoor venue. It’s their personal mission to bring that same cacophony outside, and what better place to do it than CenturyLink Field.
Other fans travel to and from each game in a junker Winnebago they’ve owned for two-plus decades, spending every last dime they earn to fill that gas guzzler with its necessary fuel. They put the team above their own personal well-being and for that they should be rewarded.
Then there are those fans who are more intrinsically motivated, those on a quest to be labeled the Best Fan Ever. They adorn every square inch of their body in Seahawks blue-and-green, leasing all real estate from head to toe to a hue more befitting of an ogre, a Smurf, or a gangrenous Violet Beauregard. They stand on concrete from kickoff until final horn, occasionally jumping, occasionally swaying, constantly urging their constituents to do the same, frequently barking inspiration at players who can only decipher a collective roar. They are often misunderstood, these Best Fans Ever, seen by many as insane. But insanity is relative, and amongst other screaming, foaming, seething, celebrating spectators, they are running the asylum. And as such, the other inmates follow suit.
Well, most of the inmates. There are those who are too cool, naturally. It’s a given, The Cool are always around, and they exist as a group of fans unto themselves. But let’s face it, we’ve all been guilty of associating with The Cool at some time or another, in some realm of everyday life. We gravitate towards cliques, align ourselves with those who share our personality traits. We stratify our levels of comfort, assigning the entirety of our being to one grouping with which we most identify, limiting the remaining potential we possess to sit dormant within the shell of our Coolness.
The Cool raise a skeptical eyebrow towards those behaving differently than that with which they’re accustomed. They scoff at the maniacal intensity they see in others who just plain aren’t like them. They sit in simmering silence, refusing to release the bellowing fervor that pleads with their innards to be liberated unto the world around them, unto the flow of blaring blabber that permeates the immediate ether, rumbling the chair to which their posterior remains firmly pinned. They fight their instinct, their desire, their nature to succumb to what? The Coolness?
They’re too cool for even those fans who see themselves as the Best Fans Ever, those fans branded with the largest of shoulder chips, those fans who do this simply for their own personal gain, who promote an individual brand and a name and an identity, wittingly or unwittingly propagandizing the good of an entire team – the Seattle Seahawks – and an entire fan base – the 12th Man, they call it – simultaneously.
The one thing I’ve learned about Seahawks fans over the years is that, as a collective whole, they are a force. And on an individual level, many, many, many of them want to be THE fan. They have this desire to be the very best, to be anointed the Best Fan Ever, to be better than all their peers. Many more fans, however, have a competing desire to cede their fanaticism to the Best Fans Ever, to remain firmly entrenched among The Cool, content to idly observe a sporting event between two teams and nothing more. There is a rift that occasionally rears its ugly head between these two dueling hemispheres of Fantasia, the passive versus the aggressive, the yin versus the yang, the calm versus the storm.
You may not notice it, but it’s there. And it’s there every game, no matter how loud CenturyLink Field frequently gets. It’s there and it always has been, sometimes divided by geography (upper bowl versus lower), sometimes divided by social class (the blue collar versus the white), sometimes divided by level of sobriety (the imbibed versus the unimbibed).
But for one day, at least, that rift needs to subside. On Sunday, this Sunday, fans at CenturyLink Field will attempt to break the world record for loudest stadium crowd ever. And sure, to some of you this may not seem like that big of a deal. Division titles will always take precedence over decibels, championships over cheers. But wouldn’t it be nice to say that Seattle fans are the best at something for a change? Wouldn’t it be nice to set the aural standard for unbridled enthusiasm the world around?
We’ve all been guilty of being too cool. On the flip side, we’ve all been guilty of being less than welcoming to those different than us. On Sunday, though, when the pigskin takes to the air and a clock starts ticking down from one-fourth a total of sixty minutes, all that matters is that we’re united in our boisterousness. Whether you’re a man, a woman, a laborer, a lawyer, a jersey-wearer, a suit-wearer, a liberal, a conservative, a drinker, a heathen, a holy man, a believer, a wanderer, an idealist, a realist, a truth-seeker, a liar, a clearheaded critic, an unapologetic nut, a whatever. Forget everything else and go absolutely, undeniably, unequivocally crazy.
We are the best fans in all of sports. It’s time to show the world.
Go Seahawks. Go 12th Man.
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Tags: 12th Man
There is no better place to be right now, it seems, than the building that sits about a par five away from my home. I’ve done the math. It’s roughly 600 yards between the pillow I rest my head on each night and the entrance to the Virginia Mason Athletic Center, better known as the VMAC, best known as the Seahawks Practice Facility.
Today marks the opening day of Seahawks training camp, and with all the hubbub and fanfare that surrounds the beginning of any NFL season, excitement is radiating from my neighbor’s turf-covered backyard. When one factors in the expectations that now follow this team around – most prognosticators have the Hawks pegged as a Super Bowl favorite – the fervor evolves from palpable to totally understandable. And thus we have a midsummer block party taking place in and around Interstate 405’s Exit 7.
In an NFL offseason punctuated by the shock and awe of unspeakable crimes (Aaron Hernandez, most notably), the thumb-twiddling idleness of the hometown organization’s relative innocence has led fans and pundits to make mountains out of the mundane. Take, for instance, left tackle Russell Okung, who spent a portion of his free time running with the bulls in Pamplona, Spain. Upon learning of such brazen behavior, sports radio exploded for days (literally, days) discussing whether Okung should or shouldn’t have embarked on such a risky journey. Never mind the fact that he returned safe, sound, and without a worry in the world; it’s about the principle of the matter, apparently.
There were charity softball games that outdrew real-life professional baseball games, media tours (Richard Sherman) that put smarmy talking heads (Skip Bayless) on blast, a quarterback controversy that reached its apex when a fourth-stringer (Josh Portis) was released, a notable drug suspension (Bruce Irvin), the usual smattering of injuries, and little else that captivated the attention of onlookers.
The offseason was a pot of water slowly simmering atop the stove. And while the 2013 campaign is supposed to boil over by the time February 2nd, 2014 rolls around, we’ve yet to see anymore than the occasional stray bubble rise to the surface.
That all changes today, however. With the start of training camp comes a certain optimism that we have never before encountered as Seattle sports fans. In the past, there have been postseason aspirations that were conjured long before games were played, playoff runs that materialized out of thin air, even championships that were on the line at season’s end.
But this is entirely different. Never before has one of our teams been placed so high upon a pedestal at a new year’s outset. Probability and numbers say this season could end any number of ways for the Seattle Seahawks. For fans, however, there are only two possible outcomes: a Super Bowl appearance or unmitigated disappointment.
Tempering expectations is near impossible for this franchise. Fans have clamored for a championship since a victory in Super Bowl XL eluded the team amidst controversy. That fateful run at a title came eight years ago now, and the wounds of nearly a decade prior have still not healed.
When you consider the past, however, tempering expectations is what Seattle fans have been conditioned to do. Buying into a team, a season, a coach, or even individual players is not what we’re used to. The average Seattle sports fanatic is a cynical non-believer, a curmudgeon hesitant to foolishly tread down a path that will ultimately lead to despair. We’re prone to cautiously hedging our bets, jumping ship at the first sign of trouble. So as we submerge ourselves in the silliness of hope and anticipation, we remind ourselves that this isn’t our usual M.O. But we’ll go ahead and buy in anyway. Because logic, for perhaps the first time, says it’s okay.
Logic points to a quarterback who after just one season is among the league’s elite. Logic references a running back who is among the top five (top three?) at his position in the NFL. Logic points to multiple Pro Bowlers, a secondary that has revolutionized their entire sport, offensive and defensive lines with more exclamation points than question marks, and the return of the vast majority of a roster that emphatically dropped warheads upon their opponents during the second half of 2012. Logic is great when it’s on your side.
Players practice beneath a cloudless sky as the sun shines down upon the football oasis carved into Lake Washington’s eastern shore. Temperatures are in the mid-80-degree range and for most Seattleites this is considered hot. The heat is high and only continues to get higher as we approach the boiling point of this season.
For now, though, we simmer. For now, the eyes of the fans — and arguably the entire NFL — look upon the Seahawks and pay witness to this moment of reckoning. And for now, Seattle – yes, Seattle – is the place to be.
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As most of you know there has been lots of sports news swirling around Seattle in the past couple days, some good some not so good. First we started yesterday off with a rumor that indeed Chris Hansen had made a deal to but the Sacramento Kings NBA team, only to hear today that Georege Maloof whose family owns the team came out today and said that there was no deal pending. Then yesterday we had our annual Edgar Martinez let-down day as not only him but several other deserving players who belong in the Hall of Fame didn’t get in this year as the writers punted due to the PED controversy and didn’t let anyone in to the Hall.
On top of these dismal stories, word is now out that the Mariners and Diamondbacks had completed a deal to bring Justin Upton to Seattle in exchange for some of our top prospects only to have Upton excercise his no-trade clause in his contract in order to nullify the deal. Lots of sports news, lots of bummers here in Mayberry with skyscrapers which is nothing new for guys like me with 30+ years under our belts as Seattle Sports Fans.
But despite all this negativity I have been giddy all week knowing that our SEAHAWKS are still alive in the NFL playoffs and are preparing as I write this to flying down to Atlanta to take on the Falcons Sunday morning. Call me crazy but I have a feeling in my gut we are going to make it 0-4 in the playoffs for Matt Flynn and his gang down there. Saying this doesn’t come easy for me knowing full well the the roller-coaster ride of emotions that accompany believing in a Settle team . Trust me I’ve been through the wringer emotianally with both the Seahawks and the Mariners over the years hanging on by a thread of hope most years that someday we will have a World Champion in this city besides the distant memory of the 1979 Super Sonics. Now I’m not sure that is going to happen this year as we still have to get by a tough Atlanta Falcons team then face whomever wins the 49ers-Packers game just to get back to the Super Bowl, but myself like a lot of fans I have spoken to are allowing lost dreams to awaken this week and it has given us a reason to hope in the middle of this long, dark winter.
So on behalf of myself and the other Seattle Sports fans who make up the 12th man and who have hung in there since 1976 when the Seahawks made their debut I want to thank Pete Carroll, Paul Allen, Marshawn Lynch and our new hometown hero Russell Wilson for giving us HOPE once more here in Seattle. GO HAWKS!
I am 28 years old and have lived here my entire life. I was born in Redmond, raised in Bellevue, attended college at the University of Washington, and have since resided everywhere from Renton to Lynnwood. I can tell you about the best bars in the south end, how to avoid traffic in the north end, and get you in and out of Bellevue Square in under an hour on Christmas Eve. I have never left this place. I’ve never wanted to leave this place. The Greater Seattle area is my home and it always will be. I love it here. For better or worse, I will always love it here.
I’ll admit that a large part of what has entrenched me in this region, besides family and friends, are our sports teams. It doesn’t really make a whole lot of sense. Over the course of my lifetime, none of our teams have enjoyed much success. There have been a handful of playoff trips here and there, a couple title appearances, a number of memorable players, and modest streaks of decency. But outside of Husky Football’s 1991 National Championship, we’ve never taken home a major sports crown since I’ve been alive. And even when Washington was anointed No. 1 over two decades ago, I was just seven years of age. I’d be lying if I told you I remembered it. What I’ve known, for the most part, is futility. And yes, it has been painful at times.
Memorable occasions have been few and far between. I can count on two hands the number of joyously significant sports moments I’ve paid witness to in Seattle. To tally the disappointments, however, I’d need to line up at least a hundred other fully-digited individuals. There have been so many letdowns that it hardly seems fair. Thankfully, I don’t exactly remember the frustrations, themselves — I’ve managed to repress those memories, it seems.
I do remember the aftermaths, though. The moments when I’d sit alone and wonder what the hell went wrong. When I’d grab a basketball and go shoot at the park until the sun went down. When I’d fill a notepad with my thoughts, then let it fester before throwing it away. I swear, if nothing else, this tragic run of championship abstinence has made me who I am today. If we had been winners my whole life, who knows if I’d have any desire to write. Writing, often times, is an outlet for pain. And as a lifelong Seattle sports fan, I’ve endured my fair share of heartbreaks.
I’m not the only one, of course. There are so many of you out there, just like me, who have dealt with our collective failures in sports in your own ways. It’s one of those things that unite us, that only those of us who were raised to worship at the altar of the Seattle sports scene can fully understand. Those from out of town who come here, who try to relate (bless their hearts), simply cannot. We appreciate your efforts to empathize, but this is something unique to the lifers, a wound we share that has never quite healed. Seattle sports fans have withstood dismay in spectacularly tragic fashion. It is that tragedy that brings us together.
Each passing year, we cynically write off our ballclubs at the first signs of ineptitude. We scoff as they sink to the bottom of the standings — “Knew it would happen. It always happens.” — then feign apathy as the remainder of a lost season plays out before dwindling crowds and only semi-interested onlookers.
But we’re fools for this sort of thing. Our fabricated indifference is a coping mechanism. How else do you deal with a broken record that keeps playing a horrible track? At some point, you tune out. Or at least pretend to. In doing so, you invite criticism — “You guys don’t even care about your teams. Seattle is a horrible sports town. Does anyone there do anything but drink coffee and listen to grunge? When was the last time you even went to a game? You guys don’t even deserve the teams you have. You’re not real fans. You don’t care.” — and turn yourself into a punching bag for any outsider who wants to kick you when you’re down.
When your teams fail time and time again to back you up, to represent you, to actually look like they give a damn, how can you fire back? You can’t. You just can’t. And so you keep faking listlessness, keep conjuring up detachment and disregard, even while your insides burn and your heart breaks more and more for these teams you can’t even will to victory. It sucks. It hurts.
But there is this year.
But there are the Seahawks.
There is always a “but.” Thank GOD for the “but.” And the Seahawks, these Seahawks, this year’s Seahawks — OUR SEAHAWKS! – are this tale’s “but.”
There have been other Seattle sports teams, as we know, that have enjoyed success.
There have been other Seattle sports teams that, to date, have delved farther into the postseason.
There have been other Seattle sports teams that have bubbled with captivating personalities, that have won in equally remarkable fashion, that have stumped critics, quieted detractors, and whipped our entire region into a frenzy.
But this team, quite frankly, has it all.
There is something special about these Seahawks. From Russell Wilson’s stoically consistent leadership, to Richard Sherman’s unwavering brashness, to Marshawn Lynch’s never-say-die running style, to Pete Carroll’s effervescent ebullience, to every player and every thing and every moment, every win, every tackle, every run, every pass, and every catch in-between. This is the team. This is the one. And my goodness, how many teams have we encountered that we thought could have been, should have been, that special, once-in-a-lifetime team? Too many to name.
We’ve been down this road before, only to encounter dead-ends. We’ve been told yes, only to experience no. We’ve been given hope when there was no basis for its arrival. We’ve been teased and taunted, tantalized and tormented. We have lost for so, so long. Wouldn’t it be nice to finally be the winners? Wouldn’t it be nice to finally see what the view from the top looks like?
This is the team that can take us there. They just have it. Whatever it is, they’ve got it. And everyone knows it. You can’t explain it. But you feel it when you cheer, when you giggle, when you high-five a friend, when you put on your blue-and-green shirt with the helmet on it. It’s confidence mixed with happiness mixed with swagger mixed with excitement and some other magical juju that can’t be defined. It’s amazing and awesome all at once. And it’s what they’re giving to us right now.
I hope we do it. I think we can do it. I know they believe they can do it, and that’s good enough for me.
We are Seattle, these are our Seahawks, we just won a playoff game, and we’re not gonna quit. We want one thing and one thing only: the Lombardi Trophy. And yeah, we deserve it. Go Hawks.
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This is America. And if there’s anything I’ve learned over the years about great pieces of prose, it’s that reminding people that this is America is always a good thing to do. You can’t argue with patriotism. It’s why politicians preface every controversial issue they have with talk about the stars and stripes. As if everyone in this country of ours agrees with what they’re about to say. It’s a genius ploy, and one that sways the impressionable swing voter time and time again. So before I engage in this rant on the liberties of sports fans everywhere, allow me to remind you that this, friends, is America.
In America, we enjoy freedom. That freedom extends to speech, it extends to human rights, it extends to the pursuit of happiness, and much, much more. We are very lucky to have these freedoms. These freedoms give someone like Sarah Brown, for example, the right to express her opinion on the Seattle Seahawks and their fan base, which she did quite loquaciously in this piece from Friday’s Seattle Times.
In fairness to Sarah, she is not a journalist. Like the rest of us, she’s a layperson who attended a sporting event presumably as a fan. Her experience, as detailed in the article, was decidedly negative. That negativity, one can infer, came as a result of her experience failing to align with her expectations. It’s human nature. If we expect something to occur in a certain, positive way, any result short of that anticipated positivity will leave us feeling perturbed. In these instances, we either internalize our disgust or let it out unto the world. In Sarah’s case, she was presented the opportunity to divulge her angst upon the masses. Unfortunately for Sarah, many of us amongst the mass she has now been exposed to fail to agree with her emotions.
For starters, it doesn’t appear that Sarah Brown is a Seattle Seahawks fan. She may associate herself with the Seahawks based on geography — she lives in Vancouver, Wash., according to the piece — but her fanatical knowledge is suspect, at best. I’m not here to question Sarah’s loyalty to the Seahawks organization or sports as a whole, but I will present some logic.
Logically, one would have to believe that most fans are somewhat aware of the NFL stadium environment. It is not a tea party. It is not a cordial affair. For the most part, NFL stadiums on gameday tend to be fairly hostile, offensive places to be. They are not for the faint of heart. You will hear some choice words. You will see some fights. You will experience disorderly drunks. This is the reality of the situation. The NFL stadium environment tends to mimic that of an amped-up saloon. Think Red Bull meets vodka meets testosterone meets excitement. That caustic combination of lubrication and emotion leads to an atmosphere of intensity, to say the least.
To not expect this going in is truly naive. For all their intellectual shortcomings (and believe me, many people will have you believe that all NFL fans are intellectually stunted), I wouldn’t expect any true-blue Seahawks fan to hastily ejaculate this much naivety and, in turn, expect other Seahawks fans to see eye-to-eye with the assessment. If you’re a Seahawks fan, if you’re an NFL fan, if you’re a sports fan in general, you know what you’re getting yourself into when you attend a pro football game. And in the immortal words of one Christopher Wallace, aka Notorious B.I.G., if you don’t know, now you know.
Sarah’s naivety is only Step One in her failure to get past her own unfortunate ignorance. Step Two is this: if you walk into that exact lubricated, emotional environment we just depicted hand-in-hand with the enemy, you are asking for trouble. You just are. I know. It doesn’t seem right. It hardly seems fair. We’re all people here, are we not? I hear you. I hear the argument. I hear your cries for humanity. But I’m sorry. For as much as I understand that we are all equal, for as much as I get that we are all unique creatures living as one on this beautiful planet, I cannot agree with you in this instance. Allow me to explain.
When it comes to sports, the opposition might as well be the Confederacy to our Union. This is basically war. We do not like the opposition. At the very least, we are slightly embittered by our rivals. In some cases, however, we hate the opposition. In the cases of the two rival teams cited in Sarah’s article — the San Francisco 49ers and the Oregon Ducks — there is unbridled disdain on the part of Seattle sports fans for each of those logos. Again, to not understand this is incredibly naive. We do not like the Oregon Ducks. We do not like the San Francisco 49ers. That’s just how it is, Sarah. And I’ll tell you what. I know some awesome people who happen to be 49er fans. I also know some awesome people (though not nearly as many) who happen to be Duck fans. Those awesome people are not stupid enough to walk into CenturyLink Field wearing the colors of either of those teams without expecting some level of vitriol from the Seattle faithful. Anyone wearing those colors in a Seattle sports venue knows they are likely going to piss somebody else off. Yeah, it sucks. But it comes with the territory. I wouldn’t let my friends wear those logos to a Seahawks game because I care about my friends’ safety. That’s how much I understand these rivalries and know what to expect when I walk into a hostile environment. Knowledge is power, Sarah. Get some.
Naivety and ignorance will lend themselves to unrealistic expectations. Unrealistic expectations will lend themselves to unfortunate experiences. Unfortunate experiences will lend themselves to anger and disappointment, which in turn will lead to emotional reactions. As someone who specializes in emotional reactions (scroll through these pages if you haven’t been here before; you’ll see what I mean), I get what Sarah Brown was attempting to intimate when she wrote her piece for the Times. The problem is, what she ended up vomiting into the newspaper and onto the internet is exactly the type of prejudiced beliefs that tend to be borne out of emotional reaction.
Beyond everything else, Sarah’s greatest mistake is that she up and decided to decry ALL Seahawks fans for the behavior of a few. In doing so, she also took it upon herself to anoint the Brown clan as the holy representation of what good sports fans look like. But the thing is, she couldn’t be farther from a sports fan. Sarah Brown is nothing more than a person upset over a bad day. As a result of that crappy day, she opted to become society’s hall monitor. And nobody likes a hall monitor. The halls were meant for running, anarchy, and free reign. Don’t you get it, Sarah? Don’t you understand?!
Here’s the thing, Sarah. Let’s say you enjoy a good, old-fashioned male strip club. I don’t know if you really do or not, but you might. Lots of women do. So for the sake of argument, we’ll say you do, too. You enjoy walking into that room with its dark walls and elevated stage. You enjoy the attention from shirtless waiters as they bring you beverages and flash you fabricated, million-dollar smiles. And most of all, you enjoy watching a well-coiffed, chiseled gentleman methodically remove his clothing in perfect accord with each thump of the beat in Ginuwine’s Pony. You get a kick out of all that. It might not be the most well-thought-of way to pass the hours during an evening out with the ladies, but it’s fun. You like fun. Heck, you love fun. And this is your definition of fun. Whether anyone else agrees with you or not. This is effing fun and nobody can tell you otherwise.
But then Joe Buzzkill walks in. Joe Buzzkill doesn’t like male strip clubs. It’s not his thing. He prefers a nice woman and a good book. But lo and behold, here he is at Chippendale’s tonight. And he’s not happy. So far, his night has not gone as planned. Nothing has worked out in his favor and he’s stewing upon every slight like a crock-pot full of chili. When he gets home, he decides, he’s going to let out all that anger in one sorely written piece of literary acrimony. All those women in attendance that night? Whores, he states. All those entertainers on stage? Heathens, he determines. What Joe Buzzkill decides to do is walk smack dab into the middle of your definition of fun and shit all over it with his ignorance, his anger, and his bad experience. And that, Sarah, is what you’ve done to Seahawks fans because of one unfortunate day.
You see, we’re not going to walk into your home and tell you it’s a little stuffy in there. We’re not going to do that. But that’s what you’ve done to us, Sarah. That’s what you’ve done to Seahawks fans.
Every fan base has its assholes. On behalf of my fellow fanatics, I’m sorry you encountered a few of those jerks. We’re not all like that, but you don’t seem to care.
Every fan will have bad days. Every fan will have good days. But you’ve generalized how those days should always be, Sarah. You’ve tried to turn us into you. Or at least that’s what you’ve expressed. And we don’t want to be you. I respect your opinion, but I don’t respect the way you’ve gone about expressing it. Your day sucked because for all your insistence over what a fan should be and how a fan should act, you truly had no idea what the fan experience was like. It was your ignorance that cost you a chance at a good day — combined with a few assholes and likely some alcohol, I’ll concede that. But the rest of us are fans, too. And somehow, we’ve managed to avoid the shit days like the one you went through. The difference? Knowledge, understanding, and realistic expectations.
Go home, Sarah. And stay there. We don’t want you with us. We don’t want your support. We don’t want your indignation over our behavior. We don’t want you to tell us how we need to behave. You’re not America’s mom, Sarah. You’re not our June Cleaver.
You said it yourself in the close of your article: “Being a fan means that you are an extension of the team, and in a sense, a representative of the team you support.” I couldn’t agree with you more. This team and this fan base needs fewer people like you.
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After 7 weeks of the 2012 NFL season Seahawks fans have to start asking themselves who this Seahawks team is. We know that the Seahawks have a top 5 defense. But, the Seahawks offense goes from good to bad not by the game but by the quarter or even by the drive. One drive they are able to move the ball up and down the field and the next series they move straight backwards. Is it because of the 12th Man, is it because of their young Quarterback or is there a noticeable difference when they are on the road vice at home. It is obvious that this team has struggled moving the ball at home sometimes, but the offense seems to struggle even worse when the Seahawks are on the road.
It is not a new thing for the Seahawks to struggle on the road. They are 1-3 on the road this season, but 3-0 at home after beating the Cowboys, Packers and Patriots. The Seahawks are 9-27 in the last 5 years on the road counting this season; they are winning 25% of their games on the road. At home they are 18-17 which is a winning percentage of 51%; that is a drastic difference of wins and losses. The sports world has heard how loud Century Link Field is; just ask Eli Manning and the Giants offensive Lineman after their 11 false starts in the 2005 match-up at then Quest Field. So we know there is a huge advantage to playing at home for the Seahawks.
The Seahawks being tucked up in the Great Northwest have always struggled going across the country due to the fact that they have to travel further than any other team in the NFL. They struggled against the Rams in week 4 this year being in the Central time zone. But when they traveled to the Eastern time zone the team responded with a win against the Panthers. So in 2012 it doesn’t seem like the distance traveled is the culprit for the offensive rollercoaster ride.
The thought is that maybe it is the woes of having a Rookie Quarterback who is getting use to playing in different surroundings. Russell Wilson stats at home are 41/68 pass attempts, 574 passing yards, 6 touchdowns and 0 interceptions in 3 games. Although his stat line on the road looks a lot different 63/107 pass attempts, 656 passing yards, 2 touchdowns and 7 interceptions in 4 games. It is expected for rookies to struggle, especially on the road but those numbers are drastically different especially the touchdown passes to interception ratio. This team has been able to run the ball more when at home and that is due in part to the lack of turnovers thus keeping the offense on the field and letting Marshawn Lynch continue to grind out the tough yards. The more touches that Lynch gets the less 3rd downs Wilson has to throw on.
This 2012 version of the Seahawks has show that they have a dominant defense, particularly when they are able to rest. But when this defense is constantly put back on the field due to their offense going 3 and out, they cannot use their strengths of speed and size to their advantage. As usual in the NFL this Seahawks team is only going to go as far as their quarterback will take them and from the looks of things they will only predominantly win the games they play at home. This is Russell Wilson’s team for this year and the years to come; he has sold his talents to Coach Pete Carroll and the 12th Man. But for this TEAM to truly become a dominant force on both sides of the ball, Wilson and his offense must learn to grind games out on the road because their defense will keep them in almost all games they play in.