The Seahawks Aren’t Great, Just Awesome

Seven years ago was the last time that Seattle got to see what a great team looks like. The Super Bowl XL team that rocked Qwest Field that year was a classically efficient West Coast offense team led by NFL MVP Shaun Alexander and his 28 touchdowns and a defense that was fine tuned to fundamental perfection. The 2005 team had a nearly perfect resume as they went 13-3, a perfect 10-0 at home, won the NFC West, and won the NFC Championship before losing* in the Super Bowl to the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Mike Holmgren trying to give a side judge in Super Bowl XL a piece of his mind

Andy Reid Mike Holmgren trying to give a side judge in Super Bowl XL a piece of his mind

But they weren’t quite as fun as this year’s edition of the Hawks. The Seattle Seahawks are 9-5 heading into an absolutely riveting litmus test against the seemingly dominant San Francisco 49ers on primetime television. Although they are not quite comparable to their 2005 counterparts with a division crown seemingly out of reach and have a much less paved road to the Super Bowl in front of them, this team has assumed an identity that is thoroughly more exciting to witness than any Seahawks team I have ever seen.

Nothing about this team is perfect or as seemingly unflappable as the Super Bowl team, led by Hall of Fame coach Mike Holmgren, an all-time great left side of the offensive line with Walter Jones and Steve Hutchinson, and Alexander’s season for the ages. That team was a football purist’s dream. But what exactly does a football purist look like? My caricature of such a man is a John Gruden type, sitting in front of a dark theater with a roll of tape being fed into a dusty projector, playing and rewinding relentlessly the delicate intricacies of the pulling guard setting the edge for a seven yard run on first down to set up a methodically executed post route on second and short, all the while wishing that Lynn Swann still played, if only for the grace that he brought to the football field. Football purist guy loved the 2005 Seahawks, and there is nothing wrong with that. But I love this year’s version better, for the same reason that I was listening to Good Charlotte instead of Coldplay in middle school.

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Seattle S&O’s Inaugural Super Bowl Preview

Welcome boys and girls to the first non-UW recruiting related article we’ve posted in what seems like decades. Don’t get me wrong, I love it, but there are other things going on in the world of sports. For example, the Motherloving Super Bowl. And with the intrigue that this year’s edition is causing, I thought a breakdown of the game was necessary and at the end a stone cold, lead pipe lock prediction of the game. Without further adieu…

In this corner, the favorite, wearing silver trunks, from Foxboro, Massachusetts, the New England Patriots. And in this other corner over here, the contender, wearing also silver trunks, from East Rutherford, New Jersey, the New York Giants. Which reminds me how dumb it is to say New York but play in New Jersey. That is like saying you are from “The 206” when you live in Issaquah. On that basis alone the Patriots should be handed this game. Call it the “Identity Crisis Clause” and conclude the game after the coinflip, enraging advertisers who spend billions of dollars for what amounts to a meaningless contribution to my life. I remember approximately two commercials a year. This was my jam last year.

And I will anxiously await it to be dethroned this year. But back to the game. For some reason I think this is the most excited I have been for a Super Bowl since 2006 when the Hawks played Bill Leavy. Super Bowl XL sucked an XL fat one because of that. But again, back to the game. The Pats and Giants obviously have some history on account of they played in Super Bowl XLII, where the G-Men (always thought that was kind of sally) beat the then undefeated Patriots 17-14. I was a sad boy that day as I was in line to win a lot of cash if the Patriots could have covered the 14.5 point spread that day. Speaking of cash, more like, Straight Cash Homey, one of my favorite players of all time, Randy Moss, played in that game. And again, back to the game.

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