Not to take away anything the Arizona Cardinals have accomplished in the post season to represent the NFC in the Super Bowl, but a longtime friend of mine said to me recently a statement he really truly believed; “That should be the Seahawks in the Super Bowl for a rematch against the Steelers!”
You know, he’s right.
Doesn’t it seem like there was a cosmic wrong turn this season? All the injuries perhaps derailed what might have destiny’s plan been all along:
A Super Bowl XL do-over.
How fitting, that it would have been Mike Holmgren’s final game as head coach for the Seahawks. A chance to rectify what was a very, very poor, biased showing by the officials on that day in Detroit 3 years ago.
A tip of the cap for the Cardinals to be sure, but I can’t shake the feeling that they have taken our spot. The last chance for Holmgren’s Hawks to take the Lombardi from the Steelers grasp and bring it back to Seattle.
I was at the Seahawks first-ever Super Bowl. What should have been a wonderous, blissful trip, was instead mired by a league and host city who made it loud and clear that the Seahawks were not wanted. This was the Steelers home game. A proper retirement party for Jerome Bettis and coach Bill Cowher.
The Seahawks and their fans were simply unwanted guests, like distant cousins invited by default and formality.
This time, the game would be played far, far away from Steeler Nation. Far from the icy, bone cold confines of a once-proud city, and in the warm, inviting climate of palm trees and beaches.
Heck, even the Super Bowl XLIII logo is blue and green!
So while we need to be fair and congratulate the Cardinals and their fans for achieving a terrific push in the playoffs to arrive in the biggest game the planet has to offer, it’s okay to feel that somehow, some way, it was all taken from us – again.
This isn’t poor sportsmanship. This isn’t sour grapes. I’m honestly happy for the Cardinals fans that they get to experience what every NFL team and their fans covet so profoundly each and every year. It’s so overwhelmingly rare, it’s hard not to be supportive of a franchise and their fans who have known only sorrow and heartache for decades.
Someday, it will be our turn. And I don’t mean a marvelous season, the best in franchise history, only to end in defeat and biased officiating.
I mean the day we get to stand with tears in our eyes as our team, our team, hoists the Lombardi triumphantly towards the sky.
Let the Jim Mora Era begin.