When I moved up to the Northwest, it was pretty easy to keep my professional sport allegiances but adopting my Oregon Ducks like no other team. I cheer for the Mariners except when they play the A’s. Since the 49ers just aren’t what they were when I was growing up, it’s been pretty easy to pull for the Hawks.
However, I’ve quickly discovered it’s pretty difficult to spend four hours on Saturday and four hours on Sunday watching football. That’s pretty much your whole weekend. But when Orange’s husband offered J. and me tickets to a hawk’s game, we jumped at the chance.
Orange and her husband ready for the game
Blue Thunder all in my face
Our seats were awesome. Right near the 12th man flag. The game was close all the way. The Seahawk offense struggled to find a rhythm – the defense really kept them in the game. And a few key plays kept the 49ers from busting it open. Things got really tight at the end and the Hawks pulled it out with a last second field goal.
Don't ask about the 'stache
So my most profound apologies to Joe Montana, Steve Young, Jerry Rice, Ronnie Lott and Dwight Clarke but I’m a convert.
Orange Violet reping the Seahawks