When I made the decision to attend Pacific University in Forest Grove, Oregon, I did not think twice about the fact that I was near the home of the Seattle Seahawks. And being a Green Bay Packers fan, I feel a little out of place to say the least.
My late grandfather raised me to be a Cheesehead from the moment I understood football. Now I have no connection to the city of Green Bay or even the state of Wisconsin, and growing up in Sacramento, California, I always got hate for not being a San Fransisco 49ers or Oakland Raiders fan (but those two teams were never that great so nobody really cared all that much.) But since moving to the Pacific Northwest, its easily noticeable that people up here take their Seahawks football seriously.
I'm surrounded by blue, grey, and green everywhere I look. From the local Target that sells anything Seahawks related to Sundays in the dining area that is filled with the sounds of the game playing on the big screen. Sundays are a day of bravery, a day for me to wear my jersey proudly, no matter the outcome of the game.
The rivalry between the two teams has reached a new height this season, and since Green Bay hasn't been doing so hot this year, I've received many comments about my choice in team. But all I can do is wear my green and gold proudly and brag that Green Bay took the W against those dirty birds this year.
GO Pack GO!
