Consistent mediocrity breeds
Season to Date: 22-21
Apathy is gearing up for
another BTM when I haven’t so much as pushed him backwards…
Apathy is what you’re
forced to hold when success cannot be found.
Apathy is the most destructive
and damaging emotion known to man. And one that appears, alarmingly and ironically,
quite prevalently in today’s most connected and resourceful world.
Apathy is a Veterans Day
of very few flags… while our flesh and blood mix with that of enemy soldiers
on a daily basis overseas. Apathy is a result of the heroic example set by Pat
Tillman when he charged into Afghanistan, found himself uncomfortably powerless
and somewhat insignificant - and ended up dying in an attempt to make a difference
that horrifyingly turned out to be a battle against his very own. Apathy is
our response. (The man wanted nothing to do with sorrow. His character, through
unparalleled effort, was intended and designed to inspire. Yet all we have for
him in return is a deadened heart? Have any of us done anything of consequence
out of respect for the fact there are men like that among us? Or was it just
another day where you momentarily acknowledged it, didn’t think you could
measure up… and let it pass? I’m sure he’d be thoroughly appalled.
Apathy is this country’s
response to the very real threat of Global Warming, where just this August Europeans
died from heat to the tune of 30,000, Florida experienced a non-stop barrage
of unforgiving Hurricanes, and last May over 550 twisters hit the Midwest (breaking
the historical record by 163). One year ago, right here in San Diego, my sky
was red and snowing ash from a countywide firestorm – because it hadn’t
hardly rained in years. There’s a hole in the sky - and what are we doing
about it? Ignoring the immediacy of the threat, that’s what. Apparently,
anything that is more than a year away is not worth considering… as is
anything more than a year old.
Apathy is another 4 years
of a regime that has proven they really don’t care what it costs to lie
to you. They have an agenda. Or they figure they’re smarter than you.
And America accepts it. Apathetic to your own intelligence (or motivation to
enhance it). Apathetic to ridicule. “Just keep all the problems away from
my doorstep and I’ll live another day. And really, that’s all I
care about. Here’s another ticket for 4 more years, go get rich on Halliburton
for all I care. Besides, it gives me something to keep my neck red”. (And
btw, I’m a Republican. But I voted for Kerry if only to save what I respect
about the general Republican theory. Of which George Bush and his cronies hardly
represent… or is it Those Individuals and their crony George Bush?). Apathy
is not having a clue what the rest of the world might think of America right
now. Apathy is ignorance to history. Apathy is a thing called the Roman Empire.
Apathy is the enemy in yourself.
Apathy - is the 2004 Seattle Seahawks…
Oh sure, what a stretch
to combine catastrophes of the world to NFL football and my own personal preferences.
Well hey, in my world, the results of my team (or more importantly the effort
they exemplify) make all the difference in everything. And since you who are
reading this are at the heartbeat of the Seahawks here at .NET, I’ll assume
that’s the case for you as well. Because, in our case, very clearly –
apathy is the enemy.
Apathy is allowing a player
to claim Number 80 from the ‘You can’t have me’ bin…
the only jersey to ever receive such consideration… a jersey worn by the
very definition of what is RIGHT about this team that’s claimed our loyalty…
a jersey worn by a man who would NEVER consider such an injustice as to wear
another player’s, um – RETIRED number!!! (The number is retired.
There IS no number 80 to wear. It DOES NOT EXIST!!!!! Helllllloooooooooooooo!).
Apathy is the brass that allowed such an injustice. And apathy is the way Jerry Rice has played since receiving such an honor. (Hell, we may as well enshrine
Franco Harris into our Ring of Honor for the swan song year he gave us back
Apathy is a chance at redemption,
on a national stage, against the very opponent who kicked dust on you and left
you to wonder for weeks whether you deserved it… but you can’t ‘get
up for the game’.
Apathy is the way the Defensive
Line came off the ball yawning from the very first play, and thereafter.
Apathy is leaving the middle
wide open all day facing an opponent who clearly recognizes what you want to
protect (getting burned deep) and is out-coaching you before even stepping on
Apathy is Ray Rhodes, to
his very own doctrine of “accountability”, as he refuses to account
for himself to the media and fans. Hiding behind the players he fields to take
the beating that he has earned.
Apathy is Mike Holmgren
and his concerns. Apathy is my numb reaction to the generic, lethargic, dull
and meaningless response he has used after every single loss we’ve ever
encountered under his leadership the last few years. Can I hear, just one time,
just one time, something I might see from Bill Cowher, or Bill Parcells, Brian
Billick, Herman Edwards, Chucky, Jeff Fisher, or even Mike Martz! This milquetoast
joke is something I just can’t live with anymore.
Apathy is the failure to
recognize you are playing someone unique and different each week. Rather than
play your opponent, as the World Champions did for 21 straight wins –
designing a weekly game plan brilliantly conceived to exploit the weakness of
their opponent – we only aspire to play “ourselves” between
the 20’s. A plan apathetic to the opposition. Until we reach the Red Zone,
where we suddenly fear the opponent to such a degree that we must resort to
trickery… outsmart them to get ourselves past the goal line. Ignore the
fact that Shaun Alexander only PLAYS the game so he can get into the end zone
on a regular basis. It’s the only area of the football field he’s
willing to run someone over – for glory. Ah yes, glory. I am Mike Holmgren
and I must ignore the obvious thing to do here and continually stun the world
with my offensive brilliance. I am apathetic to the facts. Apathetic to the
team. It’s all just a vehicle for me! My opportunity to pat myself on
the back and impress with my ‘wizardry’ (or yell at someone else
because they did not succeed with my stupendously ill conceived, foolishly irrational,
overtly ignorant to the mathematically proven methods of football – play
Between the 20s, Mike Holmgren
thinks he’s genius running a draw to Mack Strong on 3rd and impossible,
when even a beer swilling barker like me recognizes that’s exactly what
he’s going to do (he’s done it all year). The entire stadium knows
you’re going to do that, Mike. You think you’re outsmarting the
opposition? Hardly. You’re simply removing the opportunity for your offense
to make a first down. Or another notch for Shaun in the end zone. You’re
outsmarting your OWN chance at success. If we’re so damn good as to simply
play ourselves throughout the game - why not feed Alexander inside the 10 until
we meet a 3rd and long (IF we fail to score that way) and pass if we have to.
I mean, if we execute just like you taught them - we’ll score, right?
My God, pull your head out of your keister and practice what you preach…
Cuz something is wrong with
the mentality of this team. There is a reason they don’t care enough.
I am a firm believer in reason. And there has GOT to be a reason the most talented
team in football; a team that is stacked on both sides of the ball; a team with
an offensive roster so dynamic it virtually guarantees success no matter WHO
you get the ball to, or in what direction – does not care enough about
winning. Ever since the ball dropped in the final minutes vs. the Rams at home
– we have been in the tank. Generally disinterested in competition. Apathetic
to concern. Wait until it gets to our doorstep that we absolutely have to win
or we’re done for the year. If we have a comfortable distance before the
end… we will not play with urgency. If we meet the middle with a chance
to leap forward? We’d rather fall over.
Three and four years ago
we played this way, bereft of a competitive heart (not surprisingly under the
same head coach). Only then, we were wanting for talent. We had an excuse. There
is patently ZERO excuse for the way we are playing this year. This year’s
team is far more painful. Last year’s team, on the road – would
kick this team into crying “Uncle!” This team is a disgrace to the
word Football. A disgrace to the word Competition. And a disgrace to my emotions.
It’s a disgrace to my heart and yours. And I don’t like getting
There is nothing that can
excuse, with oodles of time left on the clock for another opportunity to tie
the game up, for our offense to be seen warming the bench looking dazed and
defeated (still discussing a fumble that is over and done with)… while
the defense is left out on the field with no heartbeat of support for this critical
game deciding drive… ignoring the absence of finality. Ignoring opportunity.
Ignoring what’s necessary. Ignoring effort. They warm the bench with butts
that love to sit…
Apathy will leave you there…
on the bench. Where I’ll be sitting watching the Dolphins game. Raped
of respect. Empty of emotion. Listless in loyalty. Unable to invest myself in
this co-dependant relationship any longer. As simple as any other fan watching
a team they can forget about on any Monday. Like any number of girls that let
me walk away… my Hawks don’t care enough to symbiotically support
me. And it breaks my desperate heart. Straight to the core.
Now we get to make a home-stand
against crappy teams for 3 weeks until we’re optioned to play Minnesota
on the road and find out whether our team gives a damn again. Where they’ll
encounter yet ANOTHER opportunity to advantage themselves a winner? Are you
prepared to open your heart to hope again? If so, you may be a better man than
I. I can’t take the damage anymore…
When asked about his own
emotions following the loss, Shaun Alexander had this to say:
NFL. You’re going to lose games, and you should be upset when you do,
but the fact is that you’ve got to let those losses go by, because otherwise
you end up going 6 and 10, instead of being on the other side."
That’s flawed thinking,
Shaun. In the game of football, when you lose, and do not burn with vengeance
from head to toe, your blood vessels firing away in anticipation for the opportunity
to heal, to make things right again – you find yourself with nothing to
propel you forward. You find yourself at 4th down, following a 3rd and inches.
You find yourself laying down simply because there’s someone in front
of you. And when you find yourself in that situation – over, and over,
and over again… you find apathy.
Oh, by the way, as if it matters – here are this week’s picks that
may or may not succeed on Sunday:
CIN +4.5 vs. PIT
OAK +4.5 vs SD
ATL –3 @ NYG
N ENG –3 @KC
ST LOU –1 @ BUF