Super Bowl XLIX


I'm about to embark on a brand new experience for the first time - the Super Bowl!!! Ok, ok, I'm not really going to the Super Bowl (I mean...who can afford to buy a $3,000 single ticket), but I will be there to revel in all the football excitement, to cheer on and support my team, the Seattle Seahawks, and to take a short vacation to a warm, sunny resort town with some good friends.

When we booked our flights in June, we obviously didn't know the Seahawks would secure a back-to-back spot in the SB, but we hoped...and prayed...and throughout the season, we knew that we would be down in Phoenix for the SB, regardless of who made it to the finals. It just means that much more to us that it's our team. I'm ready to take it all in! Bring it, #SB49!

In case you missed it, Clay Imoo, Arielle Tuliao and I recorded another Seahawks parody/tribute to help celebrate their SB progression and to help the impending fight to win back-to-back Lombardi Trophies!! If you haven't seen our last year's video for the Seahawks (that has garnered, as of right now, 206,980 views), check it out here - SOAR - Seattle Seahawks Super Bowl Song.



If you're interested, here's the amazingly clever lyrics, written by Clay:

Nice to meet you, shake my hand
I can do some incredible things
Hustle, straight-arm, rumble, slam
See me run and you’ll think
Oh my gosh, you’re a beast
Don’t hurt me, pretty please
Marshawn Lynch, watch him play

Richard Sherman, what a guy
He will read you like a magazine
Hey Tom Brady, say goodbye
And I know you’re in trouble deep; good luck
No time for friends
I think I know how this one ends
Seahawks win the Super Bowl
After the game he’s gonna ask “Why You Mad, Bro?”

So it's gonna be a repeat
Pats are gonna go down in flames
We will tell you when it's over
That the win was worth the pain
Got a fan base like no other
The 12s are all insane
'Cause you know we have the players
Who will win the game

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
How you like our game so far?
We'll leave you hurting
Or with a nasty scar
The Vince Lombardi trophy
Is what we look to gain
And in that blank space, baby
We’ll write our name

Russell Wilson, let it fly 
Ready to do some incredible things
Short throw, deep ball, fill the sky
He’s the King, baby, number three; can’t sack
Or make him stop
Baldwin, Kearse, Willson are locks 
Or he can tuck the ball and run

Thomas, Wagner, Chancellor
They can make all the tables turn
Hit you hard, your vision blurs
Keep you second guessing like
Oh my gosh, who are you?
We are the Legion of Boom
Throw at us and you’ll be doomed
Brady you’re gonna look like a fool

So it's gonna be a repeat
Pats are gonna go down in flames
We will tell you when it's over
That the win was worth the pain
Got a fan base like no other
The 12s are all insane
'Cause you know we have the players
Who will win the game

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
How you like our play so far?
We'll leave you hurting
Or with a nasty scar
The Vince Lombardi trophy
Is what we look to gain
And in that blank space, baby
We’ll write our name