January 28, 2014
When the Seahawks played their first season in Seattle, I was 6 years old. To say it was a big deal to finally have a professional football team in the Emerald City is putting things very lightly. It was an epically huge deal. We lived in Ballard during those first years and every Seahawk Sunday the town basically shuttered its doors.
Everywhere you went, the city was in thrall. It was nothing to see people walking down the street, transistor radios glued to their ears, neighborhood bars overflowing with fans, men, young and old huddled outside Sunday church services, listening quietly to car radios and cheering our beloved Seahawks to victory.