September 13, 2010
Seahawks 31, 49ers 6
My pictures from today's game on Flickr
I was down near the Seahawks tunnel before the game at Qwest Field today, doing my usual up-close gawking at all the pre-game pageantry (side note: TWO different people actually recognized me from the blog, which was very humbling... almost as humbling as shaking Chad Brown's hand just before kick-off)... I noticed something odd: 49ers Coach Mike Singletary doing lap after lap around the edge of the playing surface, like he was a mall-walking retiree trying to maintain his figure. It was very odd to see an NFL Head Coach emulating the exercise routines of the elderly, but upon reflection it made sense: This is a coach of the old school, living in what he believes is a glorious bygone era of tough-guy football.
At the same time, Pete Carroll was winging fairly impressive spirals around the Seahawks sidelines and was clearly loose, prepared and confident about his game plan and his players. One coach looked forward, the other backward. We all knew who won the day, don't we?
The Forty-Niners are, at the most basic level, bullies. They are all aggression and bullshit macho posturing, built in their Coach's image. They are dirty and dumb... all balls and no brains. If the Niners were Scut Farkas, today our Seahawks were Ralphie Parker, finally snapping and taking down the blustering bully with great vengeance and furious anger.
It was rapturously awesome to see the Seahawks not just beat the 49ers, but physically punish and abuse them. Alex Smith was never going to be the next Montana or Young, but today we saw him just as lost and helpless as he was in 2007. The only difference between today and that game at the Stick three years ago was that Smith's shoulder survived... This time. Can I mention again how terrible of a coach Singletary is? He constantly leaves points on the board, and his team is a gaggle of undisciplined punks.
Carroll's minions in blue? After a shaky start, it all seemed to come together... an imaginative offensive game plan from Jeremy Bates, orchestrated by a savvy, veteran Quarterback (who was barely touched today... thanks O-line)... a ferocious but disciplined defense fueled into overdrive by the Twelve Army. San Francisco was utterly unprepared for what the Hawks threw at them, and it was a joy to behold.
When was the last time the Hawks delivered such a cathartic win? Such a statement that not only would Seattle win the day, but that the future belonged to us too? Simultaneously, our hated rivals tumbled back into Limbo, into the dreary knowledge that the glorious Niner restoration STILL isn't happening. In the words of R.E.M., The Future Never Happened.
There's already a lot of Seahawks fans trying to downplay this win. Fuck that. I predicted that the Seahawks would win the NFC West, and now I GUARANTEE they will... You, my friends, will have a home playoff game to watch in January. I will be at Qwest screaming until my soul spills out, and Mike Singletary and his Niners will be at home, watching on television.