Dear Seahawks,

It's been seven months since I last saw you. There were times when I profoundly missed you and others when I felt like I finally had a life. But, you're back again now and I find it's hard to see you with others. It's strange, you aren't the bully you use to be... you're almost gentle the way you let other people push you around.

I know, I know. You had to get up at five in the morning and it was raining. Buffalo can be a very cold place and it was kind of creepy with the thousands of ponchoed voyeurists watching. They were enjoying the spectacle. It didn't feel right the way you didn't protect yourself and couldn't break free on short slants or upfield. It was shameful the way you fell down on the slippery grass and watched them run by you. It wasn't age or experience, no... it was cos you suck. I could name names, but I want to love you again and feel the way it use to feel.

Next week I want you to stand up for yourself. Remember last year when we hurt people? Yeah, that was good. Flex your muscles, be yourself. It's okay to be a bully. Sometimes it's necessary. I know your mascot is imaginary but there's something real about you. You're not like the others, they're so hard to love. Let's hurt the others, cos they aren't beautiful like us.

It's funny, one day you're the best there is and the next you suck. But look on each side of you. It feels good doesn't it? Those others closest to you suck even more than you do. Take heart in that... and punish them.

Yours forever,

Jesse