Rolling thunder…
‘Sports can be a great metaphor for life’
Few words if any can describe the way I felt when Shaun Alexander raised that George Halas trophy over his head and the collective assembled mass of fans chanted ‘Super Bowl…Super Bowl’ with enough force to reverberate across the Northwest corner of this great state.
Rarely have I been as stunned as I was watching the Seahawks play with an emotional intensity that just couldn’t be matched by anyone outside of greek mythology and lore.
It was like a huge boxing match that had been built up over time as a meeting of equal opponents but when the bell rang, only one was landing the big power shots, only one was floating like a butterfly and stinging like a bee.
Bam…bam….BAM!! The haymakers landing with force and regularity, the once well thought of competitor is reeling and battling to keeping its balance. Its becoming clear that one is far superior to the other…bap bap bap, jabs are stinging and disorienting the reeling foe and then out of nowhere, CRASH, Moises Totupu’s helmet collides with the helmet of Nick Goings, the once immovable object meets the immovable force just past the line of scrimmage and like a bolt of lighting hitting a tree only one survives that meeting.
Defeated, wobbly and confused… the vanquished opponent stumbles off into darkness as a new champion emerges into the glorious ray of light that only comes with victory.
It seemed like a fairy tale or a story from the past about a Dragonslayer. Everything was amplified and emphasized for affect. And the ending didnt disapoint it only added to that magic feeling that warms the soul.
I was left with a smile and a feeling of complete contentment.
That’s how I felt when the Seahawks made the first Super Bowl in its history and did it in a way that didn’t make it seem real. All my concerns and worries about my life lifted like a fog and disappeared not to return, at least for awhile and that makes it a good day, maybe even my best day.
