Seahawks: Vital Signs

Ahem. Notice we didn't mention the Seahawks for the first two long weeks.

I realize yesterday's stripping, sanding and refinishing of the Rams was against, er, the Rams, but they are a professional football team, and going in, with an NFL record 472 wide receivers out, nearly out, or tripping over curbs on the way to the flight to Seattle, or suffering catastrophic wrist injuries while signing the contract drunk, it was looking shakier than Shakey's pizza (which I learned to my profound surprise still exists -in Renton!)

But there are signs of life:

1. A running game (here's Art Thiel's always excellent column.) I remember, way back, about the time we were winning the Iraq War the fourth time, Seattle had this guy name Sean Alex-some-whose-it-sky. But yesterday, it was Julius Jones, who did impressive things like run forward rather than sideways, and has now gone over 100 yds twice in a row.

2. Youthful enthusiasm. Here's what impressed me - the level of play of the new guys, the large, large number of new guys who had apparently answered the Seahawks's Monster.com's ads. Hasselback's completion percentages went way up.

3. A CRUSH THEM! spirit not usually associated with the modest, moist Northwest. Hasselbeck blocking two guys to open up Julius Jones running in for a T.D? What to say? Less of that, please, and yet, more of that.

Next time, the Giants, in New York. Humiliating the Giants, yet again, and under the noses of the East Coast media cabal- now that, would be:

A) Sweet

B) Unlikely

C) Super Atomically Awesome