Seattle is quiet.
A little too quiet.
Is everyone feeling what I’m feeling? I’m not sure.
For the last fortnight, Seattle has been consumed by a building storm, a hurricane of Superbowl hype that brought with it an unexpected storm-surge of ad urbem invective.
In sports, trash talk comes with the territory. Even a sports-gene deficient bookworm like me knows that every rivalry includes some good-natured ribbing. We tease. We poke fun. It’s always done with a wink or an elbow to the ribs, and when it’s all over, the winner is lauded and the loser is congratulated for a good contest.
That isn’t what happened. (more…)