Seasons don’t always behave like we want, rude

Seahawks seasons are so weird. They’re never the same. They’re unique stories that end sweetly, bittersweetly, with deep sighs of accomplishment, disappointment, or whatthefuckment. They're also almost never subject, as a whole, to that most human of impulses — the capacity, the urge, the compulsion, driven perhaps by millennia of inexorable natural selection, to identify … Continue reading Seasons don’t always behave like we want, rude