One day I’d like to write an in-depth article on the entire final drive, because the whole thing is utterly fascinating. Seattle, after the swing pass to Lynch on the first play of the drive, had the ball at midfield with 2 mins left and all 3 time outs, and managed to screw up their clock management so completely…

It was a controlled demolition of the locker room. WAKE UP, SHEEPLE!

I think the Seahawks had one timeout left. The way I rationalized the play call is that if they throw an incomplete pass, then the clock stops, they can give it to Lynch one time and then use their last timeout if he doesn’t punch it in.

As an idiot, terrible, diehard Seahawks homer, this still triggers me, years later. In very different ways, though. Immediately after SB49 I spent YEARS basically on the defense’s side and ragging on RW3 and Pete and Bevell nonstop about this. Now, I’ve got no love for Bevell and Pete’s act has been wearing thin for…

Thank you. The angle of the ball as it passes over the 3.4 yard line in relation to the position of the moon reveals as much. And I’m not even going to get into the guy standing in the back of the end zone in the glasses.

I know you will think I’m crazy. Look at the film closely. I don’t think it was Russell Wilson who threw the pass. 

Let’s watch the moment the Seahawks defensive mental fortitude was snapped.

That was just during pregnancy, i imagine she is up to way more now!

This is, beat for beat, a reimagining  of The Fellowship of the Ring except for the fact that Samwise managed to find honey mustard. 

They didn’t. They now live at Metlife. 

TIL drinking an entire bottle of cognac and yelling “Fuck this” repeatedly is apparently not as cathartic as my mother made it seem.

Jumped down here to say that Cryptkeeper Al Davis is already a great new feature.

Idk if this is ironic meta schtick but a high horse lecture is much more convincing with proper grammar and spelling, especially the lat(t)er

Damn, then what’s HE been doing for the last 35 years?

And that guy in the picture? Oh, brother, let me tell you a tale...

Yeah, that makes no sense.  Leave a note wedged in their front door: “PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE NOTES ON MY CAR TELLING ME WHERE NOT TO PARK ON A PUBLIC STREET.”

Listen, if you aren’t feeling what I think I’m feeling, you gotta tell me now, because I can’t get, no..no I WON’T get hurt again. You just tell me, if this is right to you, then buddy; i’ll latch onto you like a baby orangutan on it’s mothers saggy teet as she swings tree to tree looking for bugs to feed me.   

Oooh, lookit mister fancy pants right here, with his candy coated “name brand” ibuprofen...

A good case could be made for Roberto Clemente also.

But basically I don’t think I have significantly lower odds of completing a PK than actual players.