I’m busting out of character and making a bit of confessional today. Yes, I’m a fantasy and sci-fi nerd. Yes, I hid in the locker room during lunch break in high school to finish the newest David Eddings book. Yes, I read scientific journals and pontificate on things like thermodynamics. But here’s the guilty admission:
While I’m very concerned about the environment, I grew up riding motorcycles and fixing up cars—I still get a hard-on for the growl of a naturally-aspirated V-8. If you need to win me over, get me a ’69 Camaro SS and I will be putty in your hands. I also like doing outdoor things: raising animals, chopping wood, growing garden crops, building contraptions, etc. And most on-point for this particular blog post, I like sports. Manly sports! Namely, basketball and football. I like to think I’m as passionate about the Sacramento Kings and San Francisco 49ers as any drunken soccer hooligan anywhere in the world (likely not, but I like to think it). And if you think I’m not qualified to write about sports being a spec-fiction author an all, then I’ll point to the precedence George R.R. Martin has established—that guy bitches about the lousy New York Giants and Jets all the time, and I still love him, so here I go, even if I'm not a millionth as successful as him….
This post is dedicated the 2013 NFC Championship game. It hurt to see the 49ers lose—hurt real bad—but I am proud to have watched the 49ers play valiantly and, more importantly, to have played with class. They won road playoff games in frigid Green Bay and sports-rabid North Carolina, and the the way they rallied in Seattle after Navarro Bowman’s injury was inspiring. Did the vaunted Seattle “12th Man” presence, along with 4-6 blown calls by the officials and a staunch Seattle defense, lead to the 49ers offense making critical mistakes? Yes. I won’t dispute that. Did the 49ers have ample opportunity to win the NFC Championship game but fail to execute? Yes.
I’m not calling shenanigans (because let’s face it, I’ve seen [and wept, and broken defenseless lawn furniture] for seeing way more poorly officiated NBA playoffs games where the Kings suffered). I'm not bitching about that. What I can’t swallow, though, is the new-wave narrative Seahawks fans are pushing. This Cinderella story. This David vs. Goliath B.S. that somehow the Seahawks represent all that is good in sports and that they embody the small-town, hardworking American spirit. Take for example this B.S. propaganda.
It’s simply incorrect. I’m not saying guys like Russell Wilson (and probably the vast majority of the guys on the Seahawks) aren't stand-up citizens. I'm not saying that SF receivers Anquan Boldin and Michael Crabtree don't talk a lot of smack. Rather, I am saying that just because Seattle is a small market, hipster-friendly team, it doesn't mean they are the right team to cheer for. Indeed, in the spirit of standing up for the righteous cause, here’s why the 2013 Seattle Seahawks narrative we've all been fed is a bunch of B.S.
Quit drinking the Kool-Aid, Seahawks supporters! You’re rooting for an evil flash in the pan (note I didn't say “evil empire” because, let’s face it, the Seahawks have won zero Super Bowls—count em, zero!—compared to the 49ers' five):
And here's my sources:
That's all for tonight. Go Broncos!