SF Usual Suspects

San Francisco: hi there, everyone is welcome, come on in. Seattle: suck it, outsiders.

Seahawks? Nope. CHICKENS. By announcing that they won’t sell playoff tickets to California addresses, our esteemed competitors to the north indicate that their much-boasted indominability is but a mere facade. A mirage of backdrops and scrims and hastily constructed paper mache. A construct that could crumble like pastry should a few of the Forty-Niner Faithful manage to score seats in Pigeon Stadium.

Boo, Seahawks. Boo on you. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your undergarments.