Did I ever tell you about the time the Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl by 35 points? Strange so much of the discourse about this team is about what happened the following year, so somehow one of the most dominant performances in the history of championship football goes under the radar.
In any case, in retrospect Seattle seemed destined to take down Denver that day. After barely squeaking past the obscenely tough division super-rival 49ers by the length of Richard Sherman’s middle finger, the rest seemed a given – fortune clearly had a favorite. The stories are all canon by now.
By the time the ball flew past Peyton Manning’s head on the opening snap of the game, you could feel something special happening already. You have probably heard about Denver’s star players partying in New York in the week leading up to the game, the defense breaking the OMAHA code of Manning’s audibles, the relentless hunger driving this group of super-competitive “misfits.”
