"Return to Sender"

Dear Seahawks,

Congratulations on going to the Super Bowl. AWESOME! You rock. You're the pride of Seattle (for at least a week!). Even though today I think you're one of the most spectacular phenomenons in the Pacific Northwest, I have a confession to make. I haven't watched a single Seahawks game on tv until this past month (now that you mention it, I don't think I have ever watched a full game in my life). Until recently I didn't even know Seahawks were football..... but aside from all that....

Watching the green and blue team (that's you right?) advance across the field (its called a "field" in football, correct?) was inspiring. Mean panthers kept trying to push you and knock into you (wow, they're so aggressive) time and time again- but you wouldn't give them an inch! From my own personal box-seats on the couch in the living room of my home (except for that whole third quarter where I got bored and went to the gym), you gave me the courage to hope. The courage to believe that a SEATTLE sports team can actually win sometimes (wow, I thought that was contrary to the law of physics...). See, you changed the law of physics!

Maybe it was the immense heart, strength and hours of training. Maybe it was the bagillion dollars in Paul Allen's bank account, maybe it was all the Starbucks. One thing is for sure: eight inches of Seattle rain in a month helps to grow a strong, successful football team!

Ok, so maybe I don't know what a so called "down" is. And maybe I find the weird colored arrows on the screen annoying. And maybe I don't get why you have to stick your asses out before you charge each other. Maybe I don't know what "hut, hut, hike" means. But I know one thing. I know good talent when I see it- and Shaun Alexander's ass is some pretty good talent....

Yeah, some people might call me a "fair-weather" fan- but I call some teams (cough-Seahawks-cough) fair-weather teams. So you can't blame me for cheering louder at the people pouring beer over their heads than I did when Jackson made a touchdown. You can't blame me for hoping that the mascotts will get more play time. You can't blame me for not yelling at the umpires or for not being able to find the dugout. I'm still new to this.

But you CAN expect me to be cheering at the SuperBowl game! As long as football= big hunky men in butt padding, I'll be there.

Oh yeah, and If Shaun Alexander is reading this... (censored)

Love,
Your biggest fan-ever, Christy