I have been a Seahawks fan since the day I was born. My first breath on this earth was taken in the midst of football season of 1977. I don’t have too many memories of that time, other than watching a sea of blue each Sunday on TV. Sitting with my Dad, I would ask question about the rules of the game, understanding more and more as I grew older.
Born and raised in Seattle, I am no bandwagoner or fair-weather fan. I still have a hard time watching the NBA, and miss our Sonics. I still can remember where I was when the Mariners first made it to the post season. But, most of all, I am a Seahawks fan. I sit at home, and scream and jump around the living room when the game is on. I wear my gear every blue Friday. I watch each game from opening kickoff to the last second. Do not do it because it is the “it” thing, I do it because I love Seahawks football.
I am the one who stands there while everyone talks football to my boyfriend; even though he misses much of the game, and gets the recap from me. He even has to ask me the details of the players’ names and numbers. Who was that guy? Is he offense or defense? That’s fine. I don’t mind being a little under the radar, I don’t mind being the overlooked female fan. It doesn’t change how I feel about the Seahawks, and the 2015 Super Bowl won’t either.
So, why do I love the Seahawks? I love them for their heart and soul. I feel privileged to bear witness to such camaraderie, zeal, heart, and love for the game (and each other). It is rare in the world of competitive sports to have such a group of players with such mutual appreciation for one another.
The Seahawks teach us tenacity, listening to our gut (intuition), community, strength, courage, enthusiasm and unconditional love. When I watch a game, it becomes a spiritual experience for me. It is much more than executing plays and making tackles.
When watching a game, it is a time for me to hold thoughts of positivity. Staying focused in the now, and everything else just falls away. I am the eternal optimist when it comes to my Seahawks. Each game is a reminder for me to implore that same optimism in all aspects of my life. Not everyone may understand how or why I can find the Seahawks such an example of spirituality, but that is how life works. One person’s spiritual experience is another person’s point of anger.
In the coming days and weeks, as the world reflects on the Super Bowl loss, many things will be said. I am writing this today to show my support and love for a team that in many ways has always been a part of me. So, thank you Seahawks for another wonderful year, and I look forward to what you teach me next season.