Envy the non-fan, those who are not agonizing this week over whether Pete Carroll made the wrong call, who may not even know who Pete Carroll is.
They don’t fret over such a petty thing as a football game, don’t think the city suffered a catastrophe and never felt overwhelming confidence in victory drain away with 20 seconds left to play.
They find it amusing that so many around them these past few months have dressed in blue and fluorescent green. They may wonder why the number 12 seems more prominent lately.
This week for them is passing quietly with no second thoughts about whether Marshawn Lynch would have been a better way to travel a yard than relying on a thrown football. They don’t particularly care that the Super Bowl turned out to be an empty vessel.
For them, there was no late-summer wondering if the pre-season games would turn up unknown players worth keeping.
The fall meant the leaves turned, fell from trees and had to be raked. No worries about burning bratwursts while squatting Sunday mornings in a stadium parking lot. No wonderment over how they could have eaten a full bag of cheese puffs by themselves during a single Seahawks touchdown drive to win a game.
No second game let down at San Diego or midseason panic when things stood six and four. No risking the health of their eardrums at the Clink. An odd name for a building, they would say. No need for them to sort the differences among divisions, wild cards, NFC and AFC East, West, North and South.
No near heart attack Jan. 18.
They missed all that.
They might have spent this past Sunday concerned with other things: How relatives in the East were coping with another snowstorm; what another beheading in the Mideast portends; whether there was any meaningful consequence in what they did, how they lived, whether any personal changes should be made.
They sit calmly these mornings, sip their coffee, do the crossword, go about their day and have no regrets over what might have been.
As for the future, it is absent thoughts of what it will take to keep Lynch, whether that Carroll guy can rekindle confidence in himself, how dreadfully long it is until the first pre-season game and the beginning of another trip to that Super Bowl thing.