An advertisement came on last week that said, “Super Bowl 50, the whole world will be watching,” to which our 12- year-old replied, “Well, we know THAT isn’t true.” He was referring to the fact that in the past two years, we hit the streets of Malta (2014), and Tuscany (2015) to find a way to watch the Super Bowl. We tried streaming which wasn’t allowed “in our area.” We tried American Military bases but never got through to anyone. We even tried hacking into my dad’s digital recording system remotely and unsuccessfully (with his permission of course). Not only could we not find a way to watch the Seahawks play in two consecutive Super Bowl Games, but we also couldn’t find anyone that even knew or cared about the Super Bowl.
Last week, my brother-in-law informed us that he had ESPN coverage at his house in New Zealand and that the Seahawks were playing. We couldn’t believe it! We hadn’t watched an American football game since 2012 and we were so excited. Because we are in the Southern Hemisphere, the games were on Monday morning at 7:00 AM but we weren’t complaining. After last week’s tumultuous win, we couldn’t wait for another Monday morning match-up and we planned our week around it.
Although today’s game did not end in Seattle’s favor, we felt like we won something. As we sat on the couch on a rainy day cheering, screaming, and making the neighbors wonder what could possibly be that much fun on a Monday morning, we were home. For a few hours, we were completely engulfed in something bigger than ourselves, our worries, and our plans. We were fully committed fans, not because of Seattle’s record or chances, but because we missed that feeling of getting lost in something engrossing, full of hope and might, laced with moments of greatness and moments of defeat. All of it is outside of ourselves, yet coming from a deep feeling of belonging. Thank you Seattle Seahawks, for bringing us home in spirit, even though we both played away today.
Today’s Tweetable: Thank you Seattle Seahawks, for bringing us home in spirit.
