By Clinton Pawlick
Clinton Pawlick, 44, and his wife, Jen, live in North Seattle. They love the Hawks, good friends, Washington reds, and their two cats, Malcolm and Ink Pot Pie. Clinton wrote a Take 2 post Thursday about going to the Super Bowl on faith that he would land a couple of tickets. One day, later he got some shocking news.
It’s not every day I lose my Skittles. I did during the San Francisco game. What with the jumping up and down, the high-fives, and the hugs from my wife, it was easy. They dropped one-by-one from my homemade necklace.
Jen was skeptical when I told her last Saturday what I was doing. “You mean, you’re making a candy necklace like the ones from kindergarten?”
“No,” I said, “it will be so much more.”
I had already guaranteed her and our Hawks’ friends that we’d win the game, so I decided to add a little mojo to my game day outfit. Skittles seemed the right touch.
Marshawn Lynch has been so impressive this year. Just playing through what had to have been some painful games. Carrying defenders forward and making those clutch plays right when we needed them most. I couldn’t cheat on Earl. We both went to the University of Texas, and it is his number I wear in the stands. So I fashioned whole bags of Skittles to some blue and green Mardi Gras beads, and then I put it on.
But she loves me, and she loves football.
Other fans smiled as they saw my creation. The ladies at the Mexican concession stand outside the Pro Shop took my picture. There were knowing smiles.
By the end of the game, I had just one bag left. Had I taken Physics in high school or developed more patience in adult life, I’m sure the necklace would have held up. Turns out, it didn’t matter. We left the game smiling, and someone in the stands picked up some free candy.
Thursday, I’m in one of the slowest meetings of my life. I see a call come in from Renton. At first, I think it is Laurie, one of my co-workers, providing an update from the last meeting. But she knew I would be in this one. She wouldn’t interrupt.
Couldn’t be her. I send it to voice mail. Time drags on.
Finally, we finish, and I return to my desk. I notice the red light on the phone. Voice mail. I’m thinking there’s a problem with the software. Something big enough that merits a call instead of an email.
When I pick it up, I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Clinton, this is Karen over at the Seahawks, I’ve got some great news for you.”
I couldn’t dial fast enough.
Karen picks up and tells me that somehow, some way, a few tickets became available and the Hawks had another lottery. My name was on the Super Bowl list. I don’t think I even let her finish.
“I’m in,” I said. “100 percent! Absolutely!”
Then I told her I love her. I think she knew what I meant, and I admitted it to Jen, who I think also loves her.
We’re going to New York. Tickets in hand. I’ll be working on that necklace. Anyone know how to make candy jewelry?
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