Twelfth Man flag on building in the distance.

I’m at the hospital but it is just my routine every other week chemo treatment. Yea, and Steve my good buddy is supposed to show up to spend some time with me a little later. So, I am going to work on this before he arrives.

A little lingering issue needs to be taken care of. My Rebecca says that I was a little disingenuous a few blogs ago when I mentioned something about falling asleep while trying to watch Downton Abbey. I think that she was talking about the idea of trying as in not trying very hard. Well yes, I really watch it for the woodwork and also it used to be way more interesting when there were great horses and carriages before the age of automobiles. I’m just not into the melodrama of it all I guess.

OK, that taken care of, the excitment is building here in Seattle with the Super Bowl coming up this Sunday. Our Seahawks are going to kick the snot out of The Patriots, my personal prediction. And I picked up some supplies for our party at Trader Joe’s today. Spanish wine and cheese and some Greek and French olives (couldn’t find any Spanish). Yea, championship football meets the Camino. What could be better?

Just one more football related item and I will shut up for a few more days. This is the phenomenon of the twelfth man. At any giving time a football team will have eleven players on the field. Seattle has this deal where we have twelve only that player is the loud fan in the stands. We are known for all the noise that we make while the opposing team has their offensive team fielded. It just screws them up because it is so distracting. So, now you know because you will maybe hear about it if you watch the game and are unfamiliar with some of the details. So, I took two pics of twelfth man flags for you, one close up and one far away.

So what does this have to do with the Camino anyway? Well, not a whole lot but spending time on the trail in Spain meant getting involved with various bull runs and holy day processions along the way. So this is like that in that if you are anywhere within a five hundred mile radius of Seattle you will get sucked up in Seahawks fever. You will see blue flags with a white 12 on them everywhere. Everybody and their brother wants you to know that they are the real twelfth man.

So, that about it for now. Steve’s going to show up and we will be smokin and jokin and getting rowdy and that is not conductive to the serious literary endeavor of bloging. Yes. So go Hawks, love you offensively, Felipe.