Results tagged “pittsburghsteelers”

Spitfire is impressive to people who are mesmerized by flat screens, not unlike birds by shiny objects. Initially we felt disdain for the vulgar abundance of screens but eventually got sucked in ourselves. There’s just too much to ignore. The problem with Spitfire is it’s a blank slate. You would never know it was here, the only thing in the place that says "Seattle" is the liquor license. No "Hawk fan12" sports radio placards, no Sue Bird bobble head, nada. Disloyal like nearby Sport, but even worse because there was no discernible sports memorabilia anything--not even Boston crap--just a few sports-oriented paintings that look like they belong in Jay Buhner’s billiards room.

We’ve watched every Super Bowl since XXII.

With the return of the dreaded S-word juxtaposed with some of the most beautiful sunshine we've seen in months, the Northwest is feeling a bit punchy. In that spirit, Josh Feit at Publicola takes on Seattle's odd political climate ("green urbanists" vs. "economic populists"). It's a wonder we get any political dialogue accomplished at all, given how sore people are--still!--over the infamous Seahawks in the Superbowl referee fiasco. Pouring salt on the open wound, the owner of the Pittsburgh Steelers wrote a letter explaining precisely how fair that referee was. After reading the letter on the Daily Weekly, you might feel a little punchy yourself and need to scream about it. Just let it out, you'll feel better. If yelling doesn't help, have you considered turning to alcohol? Some tequila from Sammamish, perhaps? The Issaquah Reporter has the story (via GreenerGrad).

Two days later, the horrible officiating in Super Bowl XL (led by Bill Leavy, at right) continues to be a major media story. Our take? Sure, there were some bad calls, but the Hawks would have still won had they played better, coached better, and not had some critical injuries.

Show of hands, Seattle—how many of us called in sick this morning with plans to just end it all? Well, postpone those urges of mass suicide for a little while longer as we answer this week's burning question: What in the name of Mike Holmgren is a Code Black? We've been teased, taunted, nigh on tortured with those incessant All Important Episode promos showcasing the two words no surgeon wants to hear. And no, they're not Pittsburgh Steelers. Sigh.

They played like the Seahawks of old yesterday. The familiar demons of dropped passes, sub-par special teams play, injuries, terrible clock management, and the short end of the stick from the refs doomed the local 11 against a team they should have beat.

Already riding the Hawks bandwagon? We'll give you two weeks of in-depth *football* coverage to impress your friends on game day. Note: that's *football* coverage, not coverage of which player's dad has an incurable disease or of Tim McGraw's game prediction.