Life is like the Seahawks winning the Superbowl. Or it ought to be

Real life is like Seattle when the Seahawks play.

Or it ought to be.

Check it – the city turns blue and the number 12 is in all the windows

Flags fly from cars and poles –Everyone at work is wearing their gear, no matter their role

Before game time we cram in a bar, far from the comfort of our homes

We want to watch with other fans or be in the stands

We want to feel that 12^th man energy

It doesn't matter who you are – teacher, preacher, doctor, lawyer, ex con – when that game is on there is an instant bond

Like during the 9ers game my homeboy Omer who is gay hugged a guy with a duck dynasty t shirt on after a touchdown

Differences go away as soon as that ball is kicked, friends are made quick

We cheer together after a good play and pray together - sometimes literally –when there is a bad play

And it is that way until the clock strikes ZERO for the fourth time

Real life like is Seattle when the Seahawks play

Or it ought to be.

Real life is like Seattle when the Seahawks win the Super Bowl

Or it ought to be

Fans in the streets for hours in the freezing cold

Almost 1 million people blanket the streets of downtown – young and old

Everyone wants to be apart of the biggest party in town, clowning around yelling SEA- HAWKS with strangers forgetting about that thing called stranger danger

Because fellow fans aren't strangers. They are family. Brothers and sisters.

We all wait to see the team and beam with pride with the family we didn't know doing who is doing the same thing because our team, now they’re getting a ring

Yeah. Life is like Seattle when the Seahawks win the Super Bowl

Or it ought to be

But what if it was real life we rallied for instead

Like wearing jerseys for people that helped those without a bed

What if we paraded to end war instead of that game

What if the people who taught got the fame

What if our city turned pink on Fridays to support cancer patients?

Or we crammed in a bar to cheer for the progression of immigrants

What if we spent hundreds or thousands on tickets to different events?

That provided assistance to elderly or paid a single parents rent

What if the flags that flew stood for equality?

With the hope that everyone would have the same rights as me

And I'm a gay woman so I don’t have the rights as some – but that isn't the point.

What if we cheered and prayed together for humanity as a whole

And what if self love, peace and opportunity was the goal

What if the Super Bowl has fun and then after it was done we could party in the streets because we were all living the life of our dreams

What if we won together and lost tougher but after a loss we were still a team

What if we would fight together – not fight each other but fight for each other against heart break and war and what if we didn't keep score. What if we all knew deep in our core that we’re connected. All of us.

All of that seems better than the Seahawks winning the Super Bowl. But none of that makes us dance in the streets.

Real life is like Seattle when the Seahawks win the Super Bowl. 

Or it ought to be.