I know what you’re thinking, how is this post related to writing? Hell, many of you may not even be football fans. However, I felt inclined to share anyway as writing is life and life is writing and both are experience…and, well, this was one hell of an experience.
I live about an hour from Seattle, but grew up in the suburbs of it. So when I say I was ecstatic last Sunday when the Hawks put a rompin’ on the Denver Broncos in the Super Bowl, it’s a bit of an understatement. Wednesday was the day of the big parade, where an estimated 700,000 people (note, there are only 660,000 residents in the state) showed up in a two-mile radius to watch the team pass by, throw Skittles and hoot and holler. It was nuts…it was stupid…it was awesome!
I’m not going to make this post about football. I could, but I don’t think most of you will be interested in that. Instead, I’ll share some pictures of the crowd we had/got to trudge through. My buddy and I left at 6:30 a.m., waited in line for an hour or two for the train, stood on a packed train that passed stop after stop filled with Seahawks fans–they were full up and didn’t stop, made our way through crowds so packed you were constantly snuggling with folks on all sides of you, stood waiting for four hours, and then stood in a two-hour line to catch the train to go home.
It was great :).