But you helped me live 13 agonizing years along with you just now, and take a delicious deep draft of absolution at the end. Not just a taste, not just a sip, but a full-throated gulp, drinking deep on that 13-year master-crafted wine of Seahawks fan tears, feeling the gentle burn going down, warming my heart and my hands and the tips of my fingers.

Way to hang in there for many-times-delayed payoff. I salute you, Ram Fan Of Ages. Epic post.