Seahawks 43, Broncos 8


“It’s a football ‘game’…a ‘game’, a ‘game’!” That is what I emphatically said as I stood at the pulpit and brought my Sunday message to a close.

Who would have thought, certainly not I, how those words would have been tested within just a few hours. Having been born in Denver and lived in the Rocky Mountains over half of my life, I am a Bronco fan. As I write this post, I sit in the Seattle airport amidst the thousands of blue and green t-shirts, flags, balloons along with occasional shouts of “Sea” “hawks” echoing throughout terminal. The only consolation will be when we land in Denver (to visit my mother) and I will be amidst the thousand of others, donning the orange and blue, who are mourning the championship game where Denver didn’t show up.

I am proudly wearing my Denver a Broncos t-shirt, holding my head high, unsure of what people’s response would be…especially when I removed my hoodie at security. One very kind TSA agent said, “Sorry for your loss Sir.” The wife of a couple with small children, everyone completely decked out in Seattle attire, told the sales clerk how they had a layover in Denver and wanted to “represent”. She turned around, looked at my shirt and simply said with a genuine consolatory look, “It was a good game.” I guess, if you can call a one sided blow-out…a good game. I’m certain that had the roles been reversed I would have said the same thing.

To all of my Seattle family at home it seemed prudent and time efficient to copy and paste the same message to the many texts and Facebook posts I received.

“Congratulations! So wish it could have been a better game. Seattle was amazing. So happy for Wilson.”

Getting ready to take off and the Southwest flight attendant just welcomed us by saying, “Welcome to Southwest’s flight to Denver…the city that needs to teach their quarterback how to catch a snap.” To be honest, it made me laugh, in fact…every time I think about it, I laugh.

“It’s a football ‘game’…a ‘game’, a ‘game’!”