Note: I told this story in a series of tweets but thought I’d put it together here as well.
I saw a picture of Michael Robinson from the Super Bowl recently that reminded me of a story. After the Seahawks beat the 49ers in the NFC Championship game, all the players were walking around on the field, celebrating. Confetti rained down. Photographers and TV cameras were everywhere. It was insane.
Robinson was with the rest of his teammates, but he looked almost disoriented, like he was lost, and tears were streaming down his face. After a few minutes of hugging and dancing on the field, nearly all of the players made their way up onto the stage in the middle of the field.
Robinson did not. He stayed on the field. At one point during the ceremony, Pete Carroll stepped to a railing on the side of the stage. He looked down at Robinson, who was still crying, and shouted, “Get your ass up here!”
It was a small moment, in a very crazy and wild two-week stretch, but it was clear how much it meant to Robinson to be a part of it.