A couple of months ago, I had to relocate to New York from Seattle for a professional degree. There were the obvious things I would miss: my loved ones, my house, fresh air, grass. None of that (okay, the loved ones, maybe) could compare to the feeling of despair caused by missing out on live Seattle Seahawks football. The tailgates (shout out to Tailgaters Anonymous behind the Krispy Kreme) and the seats in Section 115 Row S (for coat holding only) are my religious experience on Sunday.
Well, I found a Sunday home away from home here in New York with some of my fellow Seattleites.