Are Broncos and Seahawks Both Animals?

On Sunday we'll be in Seattle. Elley and I are flying up to be part of the mania that is the 12th man. The commitment to this team from these rabid fans is second to none in the USA. Check out this gal with a new permanent tattoo. Now that's going all in! 

We're going to join the airborne Casey, his HS friends and my "besties" Bruce and Don. Logistically, it isn't that easy in the Seattle region. There are ferries to navigate to Vashon and Whidbey and a desire to experience the thrill downtown as it reaches a crescendo pre-game in Pioneer Square while the outcome is still in doubt.

There is a tradition of watching with together. Rational, like-minded Father-Son brains melded together over the truth of this detail. We can figure out anything. And when we WIN, don't we want to go back into the belly of the beast and CELEBRATE!

OK .... in those 2 paragraphs I've exhibited the dry, colorless, wordy style that might eliminate me right away from the job I seek as a Curator for Upworthy.com. But if they happen by this page to get a read of my writing, I had better spruce it up --- as if it was WORK!

In truth, I am an eccentric chameleon and handyman, able to fit in an orange apron disguise and help you figure out anything. I can write about anything, find stuff online faster than you, and talk to you about your favorite subject. I bring you a loyal heart and an old soul. Drop by anytime and I will help you navigate from where you've been to our collective futures.

So the ads are sold; cars, beers, insurance geckos, meds, cell providers and smart device manufacturers will vie for your hard earned $$. America will sit, stand, moan about the refs, eat nachos, drink and swear, while staring at the same big screen images for 4 hours Sunday. 

It's time for the Party known as Super Bowl XLVII. 

Go HAWKS! 

(Edit) BEAST MODE! Birds of prey swooping down and attacking horses! (They don't know where they're coming from and it sure does hurt.)