Here’s the irony. We all know the game lasts sixty minutes. But if you’re a Seahawks fan, you know the real clock is a liar. The game ends when the Seahawks say it ends. It could be on a last-second touchdown. It could be on a baffling fumble. But it will never, ever be boring or predictable.
So next time you sit down to watch, don’t look at your watch. Look at the faces around you. Look at the players on the sideline, their eyes saying, “We have all the time in the world.” Because for them, and for us, time is the Seahawks game. It’s a fourth-quarter drive that never really started and never really ends. It just… stretches.
And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if my coffee is always cold by the end of it.
