Kari L. Koszdin lives in Ballard with her husband Leo, two daughters and three cats. She is a veterinarian who grew up in California fantasizing about winning an Olympic gold medal in figure skating. She can tell you the difference between a triple Lutz and a triple flip, but is still not sure what a safety is.
I never liked football. It always seemed like not much happened except a bunch of heavily padded men running into each other and piling on top of each other at the end of each play. Figure skating was much more to my liking and I savored the few times that graceful, more civilized sport was shown on TV. I looked at the weekly Seahawks game as an opportunity to go grocery shopping in an almost deserted store.
My husband, however, is a dedicated football fan who started out as a 49ers fan when we lived in California, but converted to Seahawks fan when we moved to Seattle 17 years ago. Whether it is a winning or losing season, he faithfully sits in front of the TV every Sunday, cheering on the green and blue.
Last season, I decided to get two tickets to a home game for a birthday present for my guy. I picked the Dec. 23, 2012 game against the 49ers, reasoning that he would enjoy it twice as much, since he likes the Seahawks but was also a fan of the 49ers and could root for both teams. (This shows how little I understood football fans!). My daughter agreed to go with him. I couldn’t think of anything more boring than going to a football game. But at the last minute she couldn’t go, and I took her place. I made up my mind that for one day, I would pretend to be an enthusiastic football fan.
On the day of the game, I put on a bright green jacket and blue jeans, since I didn’t own any Seahawks gear. We sat in the very last row, and I braced myself to be miserable.
But something surprising happened that night at CenturyLink Field. It was’t miserable. In fact, I had NEVER had so much fun at a sporting event in my life!
I have been to the World Figure Skating Championship, but this was MUCH better. Watching Richard Sherman recovering the ball from a blocked 49ers field goal and running all the way back for a touchdown was a highlight for me. The fan energy was incredible and I tried my best to contribute my voice to the 12th Man (and woman)!
Now every Sunday, I am next to my husband as we watch the game. I cringe when Russell Wilson gets sacked and cheer when Marshawn Lynch plows through the defense to gain enough yardage to keep a drive alive. I even read many of the articles about the Seahawks in The Seattle Times Sports page.
I don’t fully understand the game, but I am learning and now know that no real Seahawks fan would EVER root for the 49ers. We’ll certainly be wearing our Seahawks gear and cheering loudly for the Hawks when Seattle plays that team from the Bay Area on Sunday for the NFC Championship.
The only problem is that I don’t get the grocery shopping done until Sunday night. But my husband sometimes goes with me and that makes the shopping more fun, too.
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