Strap in, get comfy, find a good luck charm. Let’s get this done. Our Seattle Seahawks are ripe for a victory, and the Dallas Cowboys are ripe to disappoint. Geno has been talking like a man who is ready to (re)prove the world wrong about him and his squad. Geno sent me an e-mail, said he’s tired of writing me, letting me know he’s not writing them back. The ‘Hawks are standing at the cliff’s edge. Either they shall take in the victorious vista from Arlington, or drop, like Wyle E. Coyote, from that cliff, hit splat, making the remaining games that much more difficult.