We are Seattle Seahawks fans. Or rather, I am a Seattle Seahawk fan and Husband and the kids have simply taken the path of least resistance. I have fond memories of sitting in a large brown beanbag next to my dad watching the Hawks lose game after game. It was the 80’s and the Hawks were not a good team.
We now live in Phoenix and are supposed to be Cardinals fans. But we are not. Or rather I am not and Husband and the kids continue to follow that path of least resistance, at least for now.
Football, American football, is not a sport I would ever want my boys to play and so I was a bit concerned when Carter informed me the other day that the Seahawks are the world.
carter: Mom, the Seahawks are the world!
Perhaps my enthusiasm for my childhood team has been too much. I have tried to curb it by, for example, yelling “crush them” instead of “kill them” at the t.v. when our defensive team is on the field. I only wear one or two of the various Seahawk related items I own – socks, shirt, pajamas, apron – at a time. And we only fly our massive Seahawk flag on game days.
I was thinking all this in the 3-5 seconds between his exclamation and my question.
me: Hum, what do you mean by that?
What have I done? Am I raising a child who will place too much value on a football team? Will he grow up to be a beer-can-to-the-forehead smashing man every time his favorite football team scores a field goal? Ack!
I held my breath and waited for his response.
It came quickly, immediately putting my worries to rest.
carter: They are green and blue, just like the world.