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Super Bowl Sunday

Today is the Super Bowl. My team, the Seattle Seahawks, play the New England Patriots in Arizona. Even though the game is miles away and I'm stuck in the hospital, Seahawks fever is running high. The nurses, patient care technicians, hospitality aides, and visitors are sporting their favorite player's jerseys. I plan on the same if I can get someone to put it on me.

Out of my window overlooking the Montlake Cut and Lake Washington, I spied a small plane towing a blue and white "12", the flag of the fans of the Seattle Seahawks. This city's going to erupt if we win the Super Bowl for the second time!

I'm waiting for my husband to arrive with the snacks. I requested Sabra hummus dip and chips. I love our football time together. I developed my affinity to football last season when I was in a nursing home. Since having ALS, I am unable to do so many activities that I gravitated to the television and hence, the sport of the season. Last year's Super Bowl was a not-to-be-missed event and I didn't miss it. It was awesome!

Well, Super Bowl XLIX was more exciting than Super Bowl XLVIII right up to the end. My team lost the Super Bowl. As a new football fan, (a little over a year), I have to say that I now know the agony of defeat. Although, my team lost, they played their hearts out and I will tell you right now that I am a Seattle Seahawks fan for life!
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Location: University of Washington Medical Center, University of Washington, 1959 Northeast Pacific Street, Seattle, WA 98195, USA

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