It’s been so long since I’ve taken my Dad to a Seahawks game I can barely even remember. Was Holmgren the coach? Or Tom Flores? Chuck Knox?!?!?!
Growing up, it was the norm for us to attend together. I have vivid memories, mostly tinted with Kingdome grey, of doing the wave and even drinking beers with the old man. We saw playoff teams together, and not-so-playoff teams. We saw a lot of good players, many great ones, and also Dan McGuire. But then this real-life thing came along, I went to college, moved around, and at a certain point probably felt I was too cool to take my Dad anymore.