Momma (and millions) say, 'Seahawks are going to the Super Bowl!'

The Seahawks are going to the Super Bowl!


I am not even a diehard fan and I know that.

I don’t need Trent Dilfer to drop one of his “Dilfer’s Dimes” to inform me about Mr. Russell Wilson.

I don’t need a table of suit-and-tie adorned former players reliving their “wisdom” and dispensing uninformative diatribes and opinions pushing a Seattle/Denver showdown (okay, I put Denver in there just because I like that old guy throwing the pigskin).

I don’t need someone’s mojo telling me Marshawn Lynch can run, Golden Tate can catch, Michael Bennett can tackle and Pete Carroll can coach.

Not Greg Gumbel, Bryant Gumbel, shrimp gumbo or Creole mumbo jumbo telling me someone.. could.. go.. all.. the.. way.

No, my info comes from the highest sources.

I am a fan by birth.

Seattle mania was one of the quirks my mother had.

We didn’t hide it or condone it.

We just let it be.

It would ebb and flow like the tides that washed through Wrangell Narrows into Frederick Sound.

My father knew when to spend more time in the work shed on projects (spring training), and when to stay quietly at work on the house’s foundation, plumbing and offspring (mid-season), and when to harness up the old mare for a ride into town to fetch the Doc (playoffs).

The birthday gifts of vintage Metropolitans lullabies morphed to SuperSonics lunch pails, grew to Seahawk soap dishes and aged to Mariners shaving kits as I crawled, tottered, walked, ran and stumbled to where my age now reflects the high end of a good scoring day at CenturyLink Field.

My prom suit in 1978 was influenced by the fashions of Mike Curtis, Ken Geddes and Ed Bradley, the Seahawks’ starting linebackers in ’76.

My mother, God rest her blue-and-silver soul, was Seattle-fantastic before it was fashionable.

A 1937 Queen Anne High School graduate, she could pound a softball with a left-handed stroke out into the cow fields there. Her yearbook was full of “Patsy this and Patsy that” and included the signature of classmate Hank Ketcham, who included a crude caricature of her that had the similarities of his future Dennis the Menace comic strip creation -

Good ‘ol Patsy at the plate with the ball sailing through the air above the Seattle skyline.

Momma’s coffin lid would not shut because she insisted burial involve the including of a large foam fan finger proclaiming what franchise rules the sports world.

“If you can’t close me tight,” she yelled from her final bed with the telly blasting a Peter Gross’ yell of ‘Touchdown Seahawks’ (Blessed man passed in 1992), then I guess you better mix me in the urn with Harold.”*

My mother proclaimed, “He’s going to be a good one,” when the Mariners introduced broadcaster Dave “My Oh My” Niehaus in 1977 (bless his soul, he passed in 2010 at age 75).

Dear old mum threatened to write Emmett Watson, Seattle’s preeminent newspaper columnist for more than 50 years, about watching his “Ps and Qs” concerning her teams. (Blessings to the man who now writes upstairs since 2001.)

“Maams” would tsk when a player muffed and “oh, good for you” when he did right, all the while knitting her blue, green and silver gift throws for family, friends and opposing fans she tried to win over to the Emerald Green side of the force.

I saw my beloved mother just Saturday.

Well, I saw those that reminded me of her.

Those 12th Man misters and misses that recently gathered at the Mendenhall Glacier to make such a tremor that the lake shifted once again.

It wasn’t the 137.6 decibels achieved during Seattle’s 34-7 win over New Orleans on Monday night Dec. 2 that established a Guinness World Record, or the magnitude that those in attendance at Saturday’s 23-15 win over the same Saints in the NFC divisional playoffs, which produced multiple cases of Guinness to burst open (some say the caps were twisted off, other claim divine disruption).

No, the Juneau 12th Man howled capital city-style.

Juneau, Alaska — most Seahawks fans nationwide (per capita).

Draped in shades of College Navy, Action Green and Wolf Grey; lathered in Seahawks Blue and Seahawks Green of various shades and shadows, they v-lined toward the visitors center like the frozen lake was white turf and the glacier the prime ticket seats.

They wore Seahawks casts on broken limbs and were draped in flags and banners proclaiming anything Seahawks. Green beanies adorned babies and ‘Hawks hats covered hair football-stressed white; freshly arted Tlingit paddles bore the Northwestern tribal art of the team. They wore jerseys of 3, 12, 22, 24, 37, 51, 56, 59, 81, 87, 00 and more; leather jackets, flack jackets, furs, vests, sweaters, shirts, haircuts and tattoos. Take away the Sitka Spruce and the Sitka alder shrubs and we could have been in the parking lot of the Seahawks home field, visiting with 72,000 others until the traffic on I-5 lightens and I-90 lightens.

Juneau’s 12th Man was the whim of Lisa Marie Tourtellot, a Seahawks fan by marriage (Dan from Seattle).

The 1979 Juneau-Douglas grad started a Facebook page that called those that bleed teal and pea Periwinkle to gather for a photo, and classmate Pat Costello came to snap the homage.

Seahawks will win the Super Bowl.

I know that for a fact because 90-year-young fan Ella Vonda, 90, who has dementia and is hard of hearing said so.

Daughter Josephine Purcell, 64, said they have been die-hard fans since the early 80’s.

The two watch the games together. Jo keeps the books and game scores and Ella claps on scores and laughs at how excited everyone gets.

“The Seahawks are going to win” that is what my mom said.

That is what Ella said.

Ella, sitting in her wheelchair, styling her Seahawks hat, scarf, coat and blanket; with the glacier wind a victorious orchestra in the background.

* Note: We did not mix mother’s ashes with dad’s; we did, however, spread them together at a place where both would be happy.

Following is the Seahawks playoff history (record, playoff record):

1983 (9-7, 2-1) lost to Raiders in AFC title game.

1984 (12-4, 1-1) lost to Dolphins in AFC divisional round.

1987 (9-6, 0-1) lost to Oilers in AFC wild-card game.

1988 (9-7, 0-1) lost Bengals in AFC divisional round.

1999 (9-7, 0-1) lost to Dolphins in AFC wild-card game.

2003 (10-6, 0-1) lost to Packers in NFC wild-card game.

2004 (9-7, 0-1) lost to Rams in NFC wild-card game.

2005 (13-3, 2-1) lost to Steelers in Super Bowl.

2006 (9-7, 1-1) lost to Bears in NFC divisional round.

2007 (10-6, 1-1) lost to Packers in NFC divisional round.

2010 (7-9, 1-1) lost to Bears in NFC divisional round.

2012 (11-5, 1-1) lost to Falcons in NFC divisional round.

2013 (13-3, 1-0 currently) headed to conference title game for first time since 2005 and we know where they went after that, don’t we.

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