Showing posts with label 12th Man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 12th Man. Show all posts

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Game Day!

Today was a rematch of the Super Bowl, Seattle and Denver go head to head at "The Clink".

Were we as excited as our parents, I would say we were more excited, hey, we are kids!  Just give us sugar and balloons and anything is fun!
Unfortunately my Hawks 12th Fan shirt didn't make it to kick-off.  I had a little too much fun tailgating at the park beforehand with water and sand.
Lucky I had a color coordinated shirt to throw on so I could watch an overtime victory!





Sunday, January 19, 2014

Daddy's Little 12th Man!

It was a Seahawks filled day today.  Even starting with my Sunday Doughnut!

Didn't have any trouble showing my team pride in that department!
Yummy!  Still, for the rest of the day I decided to toy with Daddy's emotion.  I mean, why not.  "Jake and the Neverland Pirates" is far more important to me at this point in my life.  So when Daddy tried to put on my little "12th Man" Jersey I cried just because I could.
Finally, when Daddy started treating me like an equal by getting me a 12th Can (Even if it wasn't opened) I decided to fall into line.
Oh yeah!  We are going to the Super Bowl!  Watch out Denver!

-Jaxon











Sunday, January 13, 2013

The End of the Football Season

Mommy didn't really care for watching the game with us today.
Still, she was nice enough to give her 12th Men some blueberry muffins before she left . . . a little calm before the insanity of the game started. What the?!?!?!!!
By halftime the score was Falcons 20 and Seahawks 0! Dang Pete Carroll, get your house in order. Daddy was also failing, if you want to keep me settled you have to at least have SUPER WHY! on in the background to keep my nerves in check. A football game doesn't have the tranquility of Caillou. But all of a sudden everything clicked!
A Seahawks 28 and Falcons 27 score with less than a minute to go!
Daddy told me to jump and oh boy I did! Can you say 12th Man! Unfortunately . . . can you also say "Field Goal"!
I guess the Hawks weren't expecting that one. In the end it was all too much for me to deal with. Unfortunately, I don't think my first Father/Son Football Game was a very good experience for me.
In the end I had to drown my sorrows with one of the last remaining Seahawks cupcakes at Trophy.
Nothing like some sugar to take away the pain of defeat. Hold your head high Seahawks. There is always 2014.
12th Man!