For 13 fortunate seasons, all strung in a row, although some higher-strung than others, fans of the Seattle Seahawks held one certainty close: Pete Carroll was at the franchise’s helm. For better or worse. Usually better. Occasionally worse.
(With Pete at the aforementioned helm, his presence was maybe the only certainty, but I digress less than two paragraphs in.)
Indeed, the only thing more sure than a Russell Wilson-shaped stork deftly depositing another newborn rainbow touchdown into Tyler Lockett’s cradling arms was the stability at the top of the organization. While other coaches came and went, often to roundly reaped ridicule — remember Jim Tomsula?