The most amazing football season that I have ever witnessed is over! Thank you to all my Facebook friends who were patient with my multiple Seahawks-related posts that flooded their Facebook newsfeed. I appreciate it. But a bigger thank you goes to the Seahawks organization that provided the twelves with an incredible season!
Given my background, given the career that I have chosen and given the experiences that I have gone through in my life, the joy of connecting to the Seattle community, while being far away from it, is a welcome and much needed relief for my little brain from the tensions, tragedies, and sometimes sheer ugliness that I routinely witness as a human being within our interconnected global world. I really wish I was in Seattle today to celebrate with everyone; it’s bigger than football or any other mundane thing. While watching the online coverage of the Seahawks Superbowl Parade, I saw something. It was unmistakable. I saw raw passion in the eyes of the adults and magical dreams in the eyes of the young kids. For me, this is a big part of what makes life worth it, despite all the uncertainties of our daily existence.
I wish that I was there to experience it; I wish my son who was born in Seattle was there to experience it. Last night, I was doing some research in the Georgetown University library and I started thinking about not being able to participate in this special day, so I decided that I could still be part of it in some way. I sat down and recorded myself ranting about the constant disrespect that Seattle and the Seahawks face from the national media. By the end of the night, my recording had turned into a humorous piece, buffooning the media coverage of the NFL Superbowl. I uploaded the videos to YouTube and decided it was going to be my modest contribution to Seattle’s special day. Certainly, I’m no professional comedian and the production quality is also suspect; so if you decide to watch, please keep that caveat in mind. But I do like the final product!!!
The videos are an extremely modest contribution to this amazing day for all Seattleites, but more importantly, they are a future silly present to my kids. One day, I want them to know the story of their father. I want them to know my multiple struggles. I want them to know my failures and my successes, whether I’m still alive or not. But I also want them to know that Seattle and its community meant a lot to me. I want them to know that for me, Seattle represents my rise from despair to hope.
As we say in North Africa, “this one is for Seattle, for my wonderful wife and family, and for all the people who kept up with my idiosyncrasies over the years!” Or in North African Arabic slang,
“هاذي في خاطر الاحباب… سيك”
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