Oh, The Horror! The Horror!

So the Seahawks blew it Sunday. Blew it big time. I needed 48 hours before I could write about it; it was that bad.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that tragic. The fact that they got to play in the Superbowl at all (after waiting 30 years for a chance) was enough to make me happy. Sure, they didn’t win, but worse things have happened. Like a 3-13 season.

Life will be a little odd around work for a while, though. The boys here live, breathe, and die for football. That’s all they talk about – seriously. Skippy Whitebread and his farm boy cronies love to talk high school football, college football, pro football, even games and plays that took place 20 years ago. What will they have to talk about now? World politics? Famous French literature? The mysteries of the universe?

Nope. Their chat well has officially gone dry. Well, at least until the Huskers Spring scrimmage sometime in April.

But football for me is done until next September, when I’ll pretend to care again. I may play fantasy football with them again next fall, just so the non-football fan can beat all the die-hards again. (I play on hunches, names, and favorite teams – not endless hours of studying stats.)

So enjoy your victory parade, Pittsburgh. Us Seattle fans will drown our sorrows in a lovely microbrew or a double shot espresso.

Because baseball’s spring training begins in just a few days, and you know what that means. Go Mariners.