Not to be understated, Dallas carried out their warm-ups and then proceeded to jog from the field, right past the lucky few who were on the sidelines taking in the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Maligned quarterback Tony Romo led his team into the locker room while superstar receiver Dez Bryant bobbed his head to the considerably loud pre-game music.
Billionaire owner and self-employed general manager and team president Jerry Jones also walked by like a larger than life version of the AFL’s Eddie McGuire.
As the game began, Tom and I hustled up and down the stairways looking for the best supporter gear, as we figured we will adopt the home team at each venue we attend.
Tom slipped on the Seahawks cap and we headed for our seats with much anticipation, hoping we would be amongst the die-hard Seattle fans.
Like Adelaide has adopted “the 19th Man” at Adelaide Oval, Seattle has the 12th Man (only 11 NFL players take the field at any one time) and it has truly taken on a life of its own.
I would guess up to 80 percent of fans wear Seahawk jerseys to games and whilst there is no shortage of Russell Wilson, Richard Sherman and Marshawn Lynch jerseys, the No.12 features most.
No player wears that number; it’s owned by the fans, and they embrace it more than anything I have seen in any sporting landscape.
As for the game, despite Seattle’s status as reigning Superbowl champions – having also won 20 of its past 22 home games – the Cowboys rode into town and stole the unlikeliest of victories.
Dallas running back DeMarco Murray led the way for the visitors and despite an unexpected loss, the home fans were still bubbly after the game as they departed for the nearest sports bar.
Tom and I made our way to a bar and quickly got talking to some locals who were intent on drowning their sorrows.
After a few Budweisers and a burger, we headed home in desperate need of a long sleep after limited sleep – or at least attempting to sleep – on our Virgin flight overseas.
No quicker than we put our heads down did the sun come up. We bounced out of bed, ready for a day’s exploration in a city we had both heard little about.
We took a monorail up to the famous Space Needle and took a walk around Key Arena – home of Aussie Lauren Jackson’s WNBA Seattle Storm and the once Seattle Supersonics of the NBA. New owners came in and moved the Sonics to Oklahoma City, leaving Seattle – a seemingly sports mad town – without an NBA team despite having many local products plying their trade around the league.
After lunch we grabbed a cab and headed for the Seahawks practice facility, nicknamed the VMAC.
During our season, ‘Hawks athletic trainer David Stricklin visited the Crows medical team and was apparently impressed with what he saw – even inviting guys to come out and see how the Superbowl champions ran things.
We got wind of the invite and a few months later, we were handing the taxi driver $20 and walking into the Seahawks’ facility.
Dave was remarkably kind with his time, considering the team had played the day before and many players were carrying niggles as well – not to mention he and his wife had just had a baby girl!