I live in my mother-in-law's basement right now, and I don't have a job. My unemployment benefits run out in December, and I'm frantically looking for a job that will start by then. On top of that, I have another child arriving in under a month (which is great, but also terrifying).
Yeah, I know it's rough all over. I'm sure there are fans of the other 31 teams that are in very similar predicaments, but I was REALLY looking forward to the Seahawks being an ESCAPE from stupid reality, not a grim punctuation to it.
So here we are, with an absolute must-win game in early October. Seahawks history would tell us that this team is kaput. We don't have a great tradition of digging out of early season holes record-wise, unfortunately. I have to admit that a plunge into the abyss of another 4-12 season is MORE likely than an NFC West title at this point.
But I'm not ready to give up yet. I'm not ready to join the legions of naysayers, haters, and bandwagon-fleeing fairweathers. Until we are mathematically eliminated, I will not give up hope. If we are, I will still bear witness and root for the Seahawks to drag the opposition down with us into the pit of hopeless despair. I am dug into my subterranean hideout deeper than a tick, and it will take a bunker-buster to get rid of my ass.
I will be here until the bitter end, because I've invested too much time and emotion in this team, and frankly I don't have anything better to do. I can only hope that this Sunday they give us some reason to believe again.