How we became Seahawk fans…

Since moving to Idaho from California, we've decided to become Seattle Seahawks fans. Now, this was not a choice we made lightly.

I grew-up in San Diego where my family had Chargers season tickets from the time I was a toddler (and my Dad still has the same seats on the 50-yard line to this day). Brice was born and raised in 49er country - - enough said.

When we moved to Sacramento in 2003, we each kept our respective loyalties as Sacramento didn't offer us a team to call our own (besides the SACRAMENTOTO KINGS, which we did become fans of).

So when you asked our 7-year old what his favorite football team is, his answer (which changed depending on the day) didn't come with the usual fervor of a young sports fan. In fact, sometimes the answer wasn't even a real football team! You might get "the Kings" (Ugh!) or "England" (What!?) or even "Whose my favorite team again Daddy??" (sigh). It was clear something had to be done.

Moving to Idaho gave us to opportunity to put a football loyalty stake in the ground. The Seahawks are the closest team (with the Washington border just a short hop from the town we live in), so there our loyalties shall go! When we arrived in Idaho in August, we had no idea the Seahawks would be playing in the SuperBowl this year. What we did know was that our children needed a team to root for, and the Seattle Seahawks were it.

Now clear on where their loyalties lie, our kids were running around playing "Seahawks" (a game where two or more people pass a football around in the backyard, formally known as "catch"). And when the Seahawks made it to the SuperBowl our young fans were all fired-up. Suddenly they knew the name of their favorite football team, in fact they "knew" who was going to win the SuperBowl.

In the week leading up to the big game we routinely asked our 3-year old, "Who is going to win the SuperBowl?" His answer, every single time, a boisterous - - "GOOOOOO SEAHAWKS!!" (Super cute coming from a 3-year old)

On SuperBowl Sunday we went to a SuperBowl party at a friend's house, and the kids watched bits and pieces of the game. They missed the horrible calls (including the flag in the endzone calling back a legitimate Seahawk touchdown), but enjoyed some exciting moments. In the end, they were disappointed "the enemy" won the game, and "our guys" lost. But they were proud that they had a team to call their own - - even if they weren't SuperBowl champs, this year.