Here I am in New York City. In the place, I grew up, the place that I call home. On Sunday, the Seahawks will play the Broncos in Super Bowl
XLVIII. For most New Yorkers, it’s a time of excitement as it’s the first time  that this fine city (and it’s usually overlooked neighbor, New Jersey) has hosted the event. But for me, I’m beyond words, I’m beyond excited. I don’t  have the tickets for the game (do I really have that kind of money?), but I will be at home, with the Empire State Building in view from the living room of  my apartment, surrounded by friends, watching the game. Each one of those friends knows that I’ve been a Seahawks fan since 1976, since I was 11.