I don't know if I've ever been more nervous before a preseason game than I am right now. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is Wrotto missing an assignment, and E.J. Henderson (that fucker is back) tearing up Hasselbeck's knee... but this time he finishes the job. Beck ends up out for the year, and the Seahawks' 2010 season will be Boom. Roasted.
Because I'm not sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting for Saint Jake to arrive in 2011. I want to win THIS YEAR, and our best chance to do that is with a healthy, unspoiled, upright Hasselbeck under center. I'm out of the broadcast area for Saturday's game, but I'm sure I'll find it streaming somewhere online... For the first time I can remember, a BIG part of me doesn't want to watch.
I feel like Adrian before Rocky fought Ivan Drago. I almost want to scream at Pete Carroll "You can't win!" I CERTAINLY would prefer that Beck not even take the field Saturday. We KNOW he's ready for the Niners in week 1; Why not give Whitehurst 4 quarters and see what we've got?
But I know that's kind of a wuss move, and won't happen. I also know (in this case thankfully) that my instincts, my gut, are wrong A LOT. Adrian was wrong about that Drago fight, and my pissing-myself anxiety is probably unjustified.
Still, I'll be watching with my eyes half covered. Be safe, Matthew. Be safe, Seahawks. Make it to the games that count.
To cheer us all up, here's the training montage from Rocky IV:
and a picture of me with my daughter Lily from earlier today