In a huge win for local hipsters who love to look down on anybody who roots for a professional sports team (outside of soccer or roller derby), the Seattle Seahawks are Super Bowl bound, thanks to their 23-17 come-from-behind victory over the San Francisco 49ers in today's NFC Championship game! So thank you, Seahawks, for fueling the next two weeks of condescending comments from Slog's bumptious, sports-hating readers. Hooray!
As for the few actual sports fans here on Slog, a couple observations. First, the officiating in today's game sucked, often to the Seahawks' advantage. Okay, perhaps I was secretly rooting for the 49ers a bit, if only for the sake of a little schadenfreudian payback to some ex-in-laws who insist on taunting me every time my beloved Philadelphia Eagles disappoint. But my lack of emotional attachment to Seattle sports teams leaves me with a bit more objectivity than a local homer, and objectively, the Seahawks benefited from a few breaks they didn't deserve (like that 5-yard running into the kicker penalty that should have been a 15-yard roughing the kicker that would have kept the 49ers' drive alive).
Yeah, breaks like this tend to balance out in the end. Which is why the Seahawks better up their game if they want to have a fighting chance against a rejuvenated Peyton Manning and the Denver Broncos. Today's effort was good enough to get to the Super Bowl. I doubt it would be good enough to win it.
Second, for the first time in National Football League history, the Super Bowl will be played by teams hailing from states that have legalized the sale of recreational marijuana! That really has nothing to do with football, but it's kinda neat.
Third, see all that commerce going on thanks to Seahawk fever, not to mention all the civic pride and wellbeing? Well, professional basketball and ice hockey teams would double our opportunity to enjoy (and profit from) a championship. If only we had a new arena....
Anyway, enjoy the next two weeks, Seahawks fans. As a lifelong Eagles fan, my advice to you is to try not to think about the fact that birds don't win Super Bowls, and do try to prepare for disappointment: it won't make winning any less sweet, but it will make losing a little less painful. As might recreational pot.