SEATTLE — Purple Majesty turned into Purple Madness.
A purple field-storming. Purple people everywhere. Purple shirts. Purple hats. Purple signs and purple shoes, even.
A purple sea, moving and swaying, laughing and crying. And then there was Mr. Purple, needing to get from one side of this purple ocean to the other. He had no boat, no plane, no car, just one security man cutting through the bodies like this quarterback through a secondary.
“You’re the man, Mike!” one fan yelled toward him.
“Mike! Mike! Mike!” another group chanted.
A woman stumbled upon the quarterback, realized the celebrity before her and yelped, “MICHAEL PENIX!