Left Vancouver @ 8am sharp. Drive up was fine. Weather was decent, traffic was light all the way to Olympia.
Saw two Seattle caravans. One Redskins black BMW speeding. No sense in hurrying considering they were gonna lose right?
Parked what seemed to be a half-mile away from Qwest. Unknowingly, we'd pay for that later.
A complete sea of blue around the convention center and Safeco and Qwest field. Live music, tailgaiting the works! Everything was open. Beer gardens were serving, and spirits were totally high! There was a definite sense that we were winning today. No apprehension whatsoever.
My friend and his dad were decked out head to toe in Redskin paraphanalia. I was a little concerned before we got to the game that they're was going to be accosted the whole day. I mean, the Seahawk Nation had been waiting for this day for two decades. Add the fever of playoff football, the intensity of the passion, and mix with alcohol ( both John Q. Seattle Fan and my redskins compadres were partaking)...I had a feeling there was gonna be problems.
The first beer garden we hit was a prelude of the day to come. They were verbally abused (and not just "hey your team sucks"...foul mouth personal attacks completely irrelevant to a football game). Two beers and we were out of the there.
Finally the gates open and we got to our seats as soon as possible. The air was thick with electiricty equal to the condensation. Overcast and drizzle, with the probablity of victory in the forecast!
It's hard to be critical or analytical of the game. You don't get the detail of watching the game from the TV. Instead you get a 10,000 foot view, but a much more emotional experience. I have the game tivo'd and will dutifully watch in tomorrow.
I can say this is the first game that not only me, but everyone in my section (4 rows from the top, my seat was dead F'ing center on the 50) stood the entire time and was quiet when the O was on the field and was SCREAMING every
defensive down. I was completely amazed that the crowd would not allow themselves to become complacent. Every Redskin snap and audible was begged to be drowned out by us.
Even after Shaun went out in the first, there was an unspoken resolve that we had waited to long and come too far to just roll over to the Redskins. We weren't letting them just walk out with a W. They're gonna earn it.
Honestly, I can't remember all of the turning points of this game. It might had been one of the most euphoric moments in my life. When Brunell heaved his last pass to the right corner of the endzone and fell meekly incomplete. All I could do was turn to the Hawk fan behind me I had befriended (literally at one point I said to him "I'm designating you my high-five buddy") and with probably the most incredulous expression eeked out a "we did it!"
We finally won one.
I have pics. And I'll post more later. My house is still reveling over both Pitt and Seattle winning in thier own distinct fashion, and I'm now engrossed in the CAR/CHI game.
Go Bears. You're paper tigers and I beg of you to squeak a win out.
My voice is shot.