Despite freezing temperatures two weeks leading up to the big game, Super Bowl Sunday was a gorgeous mid 40s and slightly overcast. The stadium was completely decked out with huge security tents and corporate sponsor logos, to be expected.
The entire racetrack pavilion was converted into the biggest Tailgate party you have ever seen. Drink sponsors and live entertainment provided by the likes of The Band Perry, Philip Phillips, and the casts of Jersey Boys and Rock of Ages made the time go faster, but the anticipation was high, let's get this game started.
Game time came and the Seahawks could not ask for a better start to the first half or the second half. The experience itself, it was unlike any other I could even compare it too. The pageantry, the fireworks, fly-overs and the national anthem from world renowned opera star Renee Fleming. And of course the thousands of Seattle and Denver fans descending on what was supposed to be a neutral field, here's a little tidbit, it wasn't. When I looked around the stands there seemed to be a lot more orange that stood out, but maybe that was because the color just popped against all the blue. Because when the Seahawk defense took the field and the first snap flew by Peyton Manning I knew the 12th Man had come to New Jersey to support their team. It was LOUD and from the beginning of the game, whenever the Broncos offense was on the field the presence of the 12th Man was felt and heard.
Quick mention about half time. The half time show was quite the spectacle as well and Bruno Mars proved to be an entertainer that could hold his own on any stage.
Well by now all of you know the outcome of the game. It came as a surprise to me too, I didn't think the Broncos would get absolutely demolished. Part of me was happy with the thrashing, the other half of me wishes it was a closer game. I guess it goes to show that the real Super Bowl was played two weeks prior in Seattle against the second best team in the league, the San Francisco 49ers. I love being part of this collective of fans that is unlike any other fans for any other team. How can you describe being a 12th man? You can't. I have been a fan of other teams, my college hockey team, the Seattle Supersonics, the US Soccer teams, but there is nothing like being one of the 12s of the Seattle Seahawks. This championship has been a long time coming after years of mediocre teams and getting so close and feeling like you were robbed the last time around by poor officiating. This is for Zorn, Largent, Green, Nash, Easley, Blades, Kennedy, Krieg, Norm Johnson, Jacksonthe entire 2005/6 Super Bowl team and most importantly the 12s all over the world who never stopped believing or giving up on the greatest NFL franchise ever.
The culmination of years of fandom for the Seattle Seahawks was the chance to go to the field and celebrate with the team and ownership. This was unbelievable, an incredible experience that could have only happened once in a lifetime. My favorite team, winning the Super Bowl in the city I live in and me on the field surrounded by the 12th Man going crazy, priceless.
Once all the madness was over and I was back in the city I of course had to go to Carlow East, the best Seahawk bar ever and celebrate with the guys (and girls) I had watched the Seahawks with all season. I have been coming here for some 5 years or so now and every year the crowds have been growing and growing. It's beautiful to see the fandom spread. The one downside of going was that I couldn't see it in real time with all those guys that I have shared ups and downs with over the years at Carlow. The Zachs, Byron, Chris, Tyler, Pat , Kevin, Nate, Elise, Gary, Carter, Jonathan, Liz and everyone else that has come to be my Seahawk family.