We had the chance to be a part of something big. Something huge. Something historical.
When the Seattle Seahawks brought home their first ever Super Bowl championship, the city threw them a parade and invited every single 12th Man known to man. The Seahawks victory parade yesterday in downtown Seattle celebrated the team’s Super Bowl XLVIII victory, the city’s first championship since the SuperSonics won the NBA championship in 1979.
That’s a long time for a city to wait to celebrate. It was before my time, so when we had the opportunity to party with the Seahawks and the hundreds of thousands of other fans, my husband and a friend of ours drove right into the heart of downtown.
Lucky for me it was a working trip, as I went up to interview the local military service members who were involved in the parade. And being the worst case scenario planner that I am, we laid out a travel and parking plan that deprived us of sleep but saved us time stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic with a million other people.
We left our house at 5:15 a.m. and after a Starbucks run, found free parking near Safeco Field. We then hoofed it ALL the way to Seattle Center where the parade was to start. We made it to the Space Needle just as the sun was rising and it made the city that more beautiful to celebrate.
We killed time and enjoyed warmth in a building near the Needle before we waited in the longest McDonald’s line (seriously waited nearly an hour) for a cheap, warm meal.
While I want to the EMP to get my interviews done with the parade participants, my husband Trevor and our pal Nick found a spot along 4th Avenue toward the start of the parade. I thought it was really neat that our neighborhood emptied out into the streets after the Super Bowl win last Sunday, but to be in a city where everyone is in a constant state of euphoria (unless you try to stand on someone’s piece of sidewalk they claimed on the parade route), you couldn’t help but smile along with them.
Miraculously I found Trevor and Nick along 4th Ave and squeezed my way into the crowd where we waited and waited in the frigid cold for the champions of the city to drive by.
The party didn’t disappoint. From the LOB to the winning QB, the lovable guys traveled the two-mile route for the 12th Man to celebrate them one more time for their 2013 championship season.
Once the last vehicle passed us we rolled out of the crowd and hustled back to the direction of our car with the hope we could beat the mega crowd near the stadiums. Intersection after intersection were flooded with people and all you could do was stand in awe at the sheer amount of bodies standing in one location. There were people on top of buildings, watching over balconies, straining to catch any glimpse of the world champions.
We made it back to the car and back to the freeway before the parade ended and on the ride home listened to the celebration inside CenturyLink Field on the radio.
We walked miles that day and stood for hours, and even though we couldn’t feel our toes, we knew we were part of something big. We were a part of history.