Archive for January, 2015
by Courtney Crockett
If I didn’t live in the Square I would be entirely unaware that the Seattle Seahawks are playing this Super Bowl Sunday. But I do live here and have learned that a tremendous number of people will battle traffic in order to fit themselves into bars to watch the games and that many people actually move into the neighborhood expressly to be near the arena and their team. It’s a complete mystery to me.
People of Pioneer Square: I don’t know how to play football, I don’t care about how to play football and I don’t particularly appreciate the aftermath that a game of football leaves on my doorstep the following morning.
It was around this same time last year however, that I decided I love the Seahawks. Before last year’s Super Bowl I was unpleasantly awakened by a conflagration of Seahawks fans hollering below my windows at 2am thanks to a live broadcast by an East Coast morning show. Indignant, I listened to the pre-camera light fluffer ginning up bellowing cheers from 100’s of fans who came out with their children, all to be seen in support of their team at an absurd hour during the work week. Further rest was no longer possible and I contemplated my choices. What I chose is love over hate. I decided then that I was living in Rome and I would love my coliseum and its gladiator Seahawks and these are the reasons why.
I have a laugh every time passersby assume that my dog is named in honor of our cornerback. The Seahawks’ athleticism isn’t simply about knuckle dragging power, they move really really fast and with superb grace. The team sticks together and is gracious enough to share victory with all of its players. Then there is the mischief incited by some. Marshawn Lynch elevates his distaste for public speaking to performance art and during his interviews; Richard Sherman develops a wicked grin that seems to reveal an inner glee about exchanges with the media.
So while the probability that I will ever attend a football game is infinitesimally small and certainly I will not wear any jerseys or gear, on this Sunday I will drink heartily with friends, our eyes fixed on a television. And I will cheer on our team like most everyone else in the neighborhood.
Beastmode, son! #GoHawks #SuperBowl
By RaNae Vodder
If you live in Pioneer Square and are a Seahawks fan, you are probably preparing for Sunday’s Conference Championship game. You are likely asking yourself, “Do I have enough beverages? What snacks shall I serve? Is my TV big enough? Should I ask my friends not to yell at passersby from the deck?” If you are not a Seahawks fan, then you might be planning to be as far away as possible. Maybe you pack up your dog and head out early to a friend’s house on the Eastside?
As more and more people have clamored to climb aboard the Seahawks’ bandwagon, my neighbors and friends have developed some new traditions. We often have people “stop by” before the game for a visit. They drink a beer, use the bathroom, and generally head out early if the weather is good or with minutes to spare when it is not. Sometimes there is a request to use our “extra parking spot.” This is a great test of patience as they try to park in our tight little space. I hope they use the $50 they are saving wisely.
After the game, we love to go outside and soak up the energy of the crowd, watch Blue Thunder and once I was even able to “hug the Hawk” (Blitz). Our traditions ramp up with our team in the playoffs, more friends stop by before and after the game, and some even stay the night to ensure a safe drive home. There is more celebrating and tailgating, the recycle bins are stuffed, and people who support our neighborhood have more work to do to keep everyone safe. This year I started a new tradition… I make eye contact with our police officers and say, “Thank you for being here today.” I am making a little extra effort to be a good neighbor.
So, in the spirit of traditions and being on the bandwagon or just appreciating what living in Pioneer Square means to you, please reply and tell us what traditions you have on game day! And as the Bud Light slogan so perfectly said, “It’s only weird if it doesn’t work.”