the seahawks game!

Justin and I went to our first NFL FOOTBALL GAME TOGETHER on Sunday.  It was amazing, and I have to tell you, my voice still hasn't returned to normal -- it's been hoarse and squeaky since Sunday.

To be part of five false starts was the the best feeling.  Qwest Field keeps track of its false start count as compared to other stadiums.  We were at 72 false starts by the end of our game... the next closest stadium was at 59.  Watching the games on TV does nothing to convey the true volume in that place.  The fans are insane.

We won't talk about the fact that one of the Seahawks new wide receivers (who I'd just drafted for my fantasy football team after Nate Burleson busted his knee) tore his MCL in the first play of the game.

It was a total blast.  The dude in the row in front of us was in love with giving high fives.  The woman next to me stubbornly sat in her seat for the final field goal of the game (San Francisco's), though her pouty husband was yelling at her, "I said, LET'S GO!"  She sat there, resolute.  I leaned over and said, "I'd have stayed too."  Boy did her husband feel embarrassed when SF missed their field goal and the tied game went into overtime!  It took him five minutes to work up the courage to make his way back to his seat.  He'll never hear the end of it, I'm sure.


My favorite defensive trio.  Check out Julian Peterson's arms!!

This is what you might describe as a very happy man in a Tatupu jersey.