Don't Let Me Down

Dear Seattle:

I grew up with your crappy sports teams. It's ok. Really. You were such an awesome city that I didn't mind the fact that the Mariners were perennial cellar-dwellers, except for that one season they actually made it to the ALCS and were shelled by the Yankees... of course I was abroad for the last half of the season, and couldn't watch any of it, and you ultimately lost, but that's ok. I forgave you. I remember the Seahawks... well actually I don't remember the Seahawks winning a playoff game, because I think I was like 9 the last time it happened... That's ok, I forgive you again.

I remember when the Mariners rammed that goddamned stadium down our throats, even though it failed miserably as a referendum (twice if memory serves), and is the reason we now have like a 9% sales tax in King County. I remember the Seahawks showing up not to far behind the Mariners, sticking their hands out for some new stadium action as well. I remember the hundreds of millions of taxpayer dollars we poured into your new home.

I grew up there. I paid taxes. My family still lives there. I want results. Just win baby.