Pretty uniforms is how I feel about the Seahawks.
By which I mean painfully ugly but they are an otherwise unobjectionable team no more evil than any other unless they are playing one of my particular favorites and win.
They face the Native Americans who I hate on 3 different levels.
First of all they’re divisional rivals of the Jints that I’d despise just as much as the Evils except they employ fewer dog killers and are generally more hapless and ineffectual.
Second is their racist name I’ve decided not to dignify by repetition.
Third (and I can not emphasize this enough), they are the Village darlings and the fawning bootlicking of the courtier class is bi-partisan and universal.
‘nuf said.
I am going to the movies where I am going to watch actors attempt to sing show tunes and get weepy eyed when I hear anthems like this-
My friend Bobby will be watching while I’m distracted by flickering images.
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