Go, Large Birds Of The Sea. Clutch That Prolate Spheroid Between Your Talons. Goal It. Yay.

I made no secret about my lack of interest in the Seahawks last season. I mean, even Twitter heard about it:

MacAndCheeseAttacks‏@MacCheeseAttack

In honor of the Super Bowl here's a pic of my bathroom decorated in Seahawks colors. You're welcome. #SuperBowl

But, fiiiiinally, the Seahawks won the Super Bowl and no longer was I continually invited to suffer through cheer on football at Mabel's house with her and Belinda. Life, football free, was good. So good that, during the summer, I even convinced Katie and Ellie that there's only one Super Bowl. At all. In the history of all time. And, therefore, since the Seahawks had won the Super Bowl this last year, we never had got to watch football again. Ever. 

And!!

They believed me! 

For about a week.

Until someone, probably Belinda, because, let's face it, she totally would, outed my fib. Whopper. Half-truth. Teeny tiny misrepresentation. Very tiny. Minuscule. Hardly even noticeable that it was a flat out lie. 

And, truthfully? I wasn't impressed. Belinda.

I'm not the only one either. 

That's right, we're all over Seattle. Standing. Staring. Unimpressed. As, once more, football season has come. 

Again. 

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Yay.