Pete Carroll jerked himself awake, the shadow of a dream fresh in his mind. It had been horrifying. 3:31 left in the 4th quarter, 4th and 2 at the unremembered opponent’s 41, the Seahawks down by 8: Schotty and Wilson cornered together, grinning like maniacs; Michael Dickson nowhere to be found; Penny Hart confusedly donning … Continue reading The MetamorphiSeahawk (wtf)
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