It’s been one week since fans watched the Seahawks, cocked their heads to the side and said, “I’m angry”. Five days since Pete laughed at me, saying “Get that together, we’ll come back you see”. Three days since the strength room. I realized it’s all Brian’s fault, but couldn’t tell you. Yesterday, you’d forgotten me, but it’ll still be two days ‘til I say . . . scratch that, I’m never saying sorry. Big thanks to the Barenaked Ladies, but this is not a story about forgiveness.
This is not a story with a happy ending.