The Seahawks I fell in love with over the last eight years officially died today. They had been aging terribly, to be sure, but that swaggering squad gave up the ghost for good in the only place they could have, really. Arizona’s stadium has been the site of the worst moments in modern Seahawks history. Super Bowl 49 happened there, so did the final plays of Kam Chancellor’s and Richard Sherman’s legendary Seattle careers. And today, the greatest of them all, the most legendary of the Boomers, likely saw his Seattle career die in that God-forsaken plot of dirt.
Cigar Thoughts, Game 4: Seahawks lose Earl, win dumb, gross game against dumb, gross team on dumb, gross field
