Deflated

I thought I was oh so clever with that title above.

Turns out the news media beat me to it.

Oh well.

I swear that you could physically feel the disappointment of millions of Seattle fans (and Pats haters) last night.

There was something in the air.  It was palpable.
Like the weight of unfulfilled expectation was falling from the sky.

A cloud of silent sadness descended on all of Western Washington.

Another fantastic, nail-biting, amazing game that came to an unbelievable (and not in a good way) end.

Mikey and Katie were supporting the Seahawks AND the Patriots.

The Seahawks, because we live here and the Patriots, because our family is from New England and Matty likes them.

Mikey told me today that he was sad that the Hawks lost and he thought that it would be better if both teams could've won.  They could share the trophy and then nobody would be sad.

And so, Seahawks fans today are walking around like zombies.

Not many smiles.

Lots of sighs and "WHY's".

I was thinking this morning, during my walk with Ralph, of a way to easily sum up the feelings of the fans.

This is what popped into my head.

I'll let you work out how it fits.