A 12-0 Huskies team gets to play the "No one believes in us!" card. What a time to be alive!
It's sad -- but not surprising -- given the loathsome toads that are currently in charge of the magazine that has been the gold standard for sports journalism.
The Seahawks aren't entirely bad. They're just not particularly good, and as tempting as it may be to throw up your hands and declare them to be rubbish, that's not an answer, either.
I'm not exactly hoping to see Oregon in Las Vegas for the conference championship, but I'm not afraid of that scenario, either. Let me explain.
The Rams have four wins this season, and two are against the Seahawks so let's get under the hood and figure out why that is.
A truly neck-and-neck contest to see which man's head is wedged farther up his own tailpipe.
Russell Wilson has changed teams and head coaches (twice) only to wind up in a role that looks an awful lot like the one he had here in Seattle.
The precision of Seattle's game-winning drive on Sunday stood in stark contrast the self-induced debacle that ended the second quarter.
On Tuesday, I ran into a former Seahawk on Broadway. On Wednesday, it was the creator of my favorite TV show.
Of all the players I've covered, it's hard for me to think of one whose career makes me happier than the guy I ran into Tuesday on the most famous street in Manhattan.
A new exercise in which I see how long it takes to catch Colin Cowherd in a flat-out lie.
That was one of the most masterful performances ever for a quarterback at a school that has seen some truly extraordinary players at that position.
