by Dave Markwell

As a young boy, I remember watching my beloved Seahawks games with my dad. He sat in his orange chair with the orange ottoman, while I sat on the orange couch. The seventies had some color. So did my dad’s language watching these games. He was a true fan and responded to their shabby play in his own unique way: swearing and cleaning the garage.

When the Seahawks were sucking too bad for him to continue watching, he left. He mumbled a low-voiced curse and left the room. He headed downstairs to the garage and swept and cleaned tools and dusted the shelves. I left him alone during these times. I was not a particularly bright boy, but I knew enough to steer clear during these delicate moments.

For many sorry years, we had the cleanest garage on the block.

As it always does, time changes things. While my dad witnessed his last Seahawks game in 2011, I have no question about how pleased he would be with their recent success. He would be smiling and laughing and jumping out of his “new” chair…not orange. And the garage would be a mess. It’s a trade I would be happy to make.

Being my dad’s son, I carry his propensity for creative swearing with me into every game-watching experience. It used to scare my young children, but they’ve gotten used to it, as I did. As kids, we grow accustomed to our parents being one way. It’s fun when they aren’t that way. I enjoyed seeing my usually fairly mellow dad blow his stack. When his team did well, he was happy in the ways that good fans are happy. He cheered and leapt from his chair and smiled a lot. When they weren’t good, he was mad and sad. He was never indifferent.

Heading into this year’s big game, I realize that I am carrying my dad with me. We all carry our young lives into our old lives. I will cuss with his tremendous gusto if things don’t go our way. And I will rejoice if they do. We are the same, but different. If the results displease me, I will not clean the garage. I will mow the lawn. We all have our own special little therapies for handling disappointments. I am hopeful that my lawn remains unmown…Go Hawks!!!

[EDITOR’S NOTE:”Feel Good Friday” is a regular column written by Des Moines resident Dave Markwell, whose first book is called “A Feel Good Life” (buy it on Amazon here). Dave also extols to all neighbors: “Enjoy where we live. Put your feet on the pavement and truly feel how great it is to live here!” Also, you can “friend” Dave on Facebook here. Or work out with him at his exercise company Waterland CrossFit!]

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