What Really Matters - Seahawk Season Tickets

B. Els is responsible for the worse decision ever made in the history of sports fanhood. He and I had Seahawk season tickets for two years. Things were great. They only lost three home games in two years. There were amazing comebacks, jell-o shots, punt returns for touchdowns, and lots of Shaun Alexander laying down in front of tacklers. Life was beautiful. Then a funny thing happened. The Seahawks lost a home playoff game to the Rams. B. Els couldn't handle it. I wanted to renew, he didn't. I didn't have the money to renew two season tickets on my own, and I couldn't find anybody else to go in with me. So we dropped our season tickets.

Fast forward a year. The Seahawks tear through the NFC like Elmo in a jealous rage. Like Evil Bert terrorizing Sesame Street. They secure homefield advantage throughout the playoffs. And guess who doesn't have season tickets? You guessed it. Us. Captain Hilts had to pony up $240 to buy 2 of the crappiest tickets ever to the NFC Championship game. For $120, I could have paid 1/3 of the cost of season tickets. Then I went one step further and got so drunk, I couldn't remember most of the first half of the game. We won. And we went on to the Super Bowl. I quickly put my name on the season ticket waiting list. As a lawyer in training, I was suddenly flooded with disposable income.


Last week, my spot on the waiting list came up. I bought two season tickets. And guess who now wants back in? Guess who wanted to be Reunited like Peaches & Herb? That's right. B. Els. I couldn't say no - he was right - I can't imagine season tickets without his pessimistic ass sitting next to me. I will forgive him, but I will never forget.