My husband and I danced in our living room when the Seahawks lost. Having to live here through another f’n Superbowl would have been the straw that broke our backs. I’ve lived in many cities in my life and Seattle is by far the smuggest place I’ve been. Obviously no one here cares, but we’re elated that we’ll be…

Starred for the Knute Berger reference.

Seattle smug is about 10% of Boston smug.

When we first got here, we still had NY plates, and were on the receiving end of more than one “Go back to NY” from other cars. I almost felt at home.