Sunday night, Oct. 19th, I felt like driving up to Seattle to meet the Seahawks plane so that I could tell them exactly what I thought of their performance in Tampa Bay. I started to wonder, "am I the only one pissed off about the current state of sports teams in Seattle."
I drew my inspiration from fans in South America, who will go to the airport and scream and shout (and in some cases try and attack) the players of team they love upon return from a unacceptable away performance.
The Seahawks were supposed to be the one bright spot in an otherwise bleak sports scene for our city in 2008. You all are well aware of our basketball team being ripped from our clutches and a baseball team that finished second to worst in the league with a .377 winning percentage. On Sunday, something within me snapped when I saw our football team drop to one and five. The sad thing is, I knew it was going to happen. Much has been made of injuries and such, but the problem is much larger than a few injuries and besides, those are excuses we use to make things not seem so bad.
...So, this blog is intended to be a sounding board for fans who are fed up. We need to put pressure on the people calling the shots to let them know that our city deserves better than this. There will be some facts and some rants (like this one), all aimed towards trying to help our city from being the blazing embarrassment it currently is.
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Fed up? I'm beyond that. I'm emasculated and eviscerated. Emasculated? Yes, because the Seattle Storm are now my favorite team.
Has there been a worse team in baseball over that last five seasons? Tampa? Oh, can't say that anymore. The Reds or Pirates? I wonder. At least Pittsburgh has the Steelers (those thieving cheaters). I have nowhere to turn. The Sonics have been fleeced by a yokel infatuated with David Stern. The Hawks are a bottom three club in the league, and the college football teams are at their historical low point points. They wouldn't crack the BCS of the NAIA. Even Dante hasn't seen these depths of fandom agony.
Yes, this is hell, sports fans. Death, decay and deceit - everywhere. Is salvation coming??? Maybe the Pope can ask for holy water to rain over the city for a month. For we are cursed, our athletes possessed by the wayfaring spirts of some surrendering army - of not Mariners, Seahawks or Supersonics, but clams. Meager, limp, dirt-sucking clams.
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