There is a lot of excitement leading up to Sunday’s Super Bowl when the Seattle Seahawks face the Denver Broncos. I love an event that brings a city together as much as anyone else, and I’m totally feeling the energy surrounding the game. Even though, I grew up in the Seattle area, I’ll be rooting for the Broncos. I feel almost guilty about this and have been contemplating why I feel that way for the past week or so.
I didn’t grow up in a pro football family, college ball, yes, but NFL – not so much. Last time the Seahawks were in the Super Bowl, I was in college and skied 24 inches of fresh snow at Big Sky instead of watching the game. I hardly even paid attention to the NFL until about 7 years ago, when I started dating Rory. Usually, I’d spend Sundays at the gym or skiing and meet him to watch the end of a game. His family has always been huge Broncos fans, and had season tickets his whole life. We drove from Montana or Utah a couple times a year to go to Mile High Stadium, where I would spend the game high fiving when appropriate, and purchasing 2 giant beers at a time in steady increments.
Moving back to the Seattle area, I would root for the Seahawks and Broncos simultaneously and we went to the pre-season game at Century Link Field. It was my first Seahawks game and my first time in the stadium. I was impressed by how loud it really is. Despite the Broncos loss, our group had a good time.
I really am happy that a football team has united the whole area. The Seahawks have taken over all of my social media feeds and every single business is featuring some sort of Seahawks pride with a discount. That’s awesome.
Tomorrow though – I want the Broncos to win because it will make my husband happy.