How about them Seahawks? On second thought, don't tell me!

Forget about politics — bring on the Super Bowl! 

Unless, of course, the Seahawks lost in Saturday’s game or go on to lose next Sunday, in which case, forget about the Super Bowl — bring on despair!

It was just over nine years ago when I first wrote about the Seattle Seahawks in this column — the week after they allowed the then-hapless Dallas Cowboys to humiliate them IN SEATTLE on Monday Night Football by letting leads disappear TWICE including a 10-POINT LEAD with less than two minutes to go in the game!

Of course, that’s the bedeviled Seahawks team that millions — well, at least thousands — of fans love. If there is a way to blow a lead, the Seahawks will find it. If there is a way to muff a winning field goal, the Seahawks will be all over it. If there is any chance to turn a crucial third-down conversion into a long-and-hopeless replay of third down after a needless penalty, you can bet the Seahawks know a couple of ways to do that, too.

Which brings us to 2014, and more particularly to Saturday’s game between the Seahawks and the New Orleans Saints. You have the advantage over me here, dear reader, because as I write this, I don’t know who won, but as you read this, you do. The Seahawks were favored by 7 1/2 points, which is reasonable considering they won top seed in the National Football Conference and, as a result, were playing at home, where they are well nigh on invincible.

But that unfortunately doesn’t mean they won. (Did they?) To improve their chances, though, I am planning to watch the entire game from under my Seahawks’ blanket, peering around the corner from the kitchen, crossing myself while hoping like heck that it does not all come down to a Hail Mary from Seattle’s brilliant second-year quarterback Russell Wilson to the allegedly brilliant wide receiver Percy Harvin playing in his (count ’em) SECOND game of the year after catching a total of (count ’em!) ONE pass in a Seahawk uniform!

If only I knew on Friday, while I was writing this, what you know on Sunday. I could have relaxed! But without the benefit of foreknowledge, I can only agonize (oh dear!) that somehow, some way, my beloved Seahawks will have found yet another creative way to lose (please no!), despite having a Pro Bowl quarterback like Wilson and a $67 million receiver like Percy Harvin. 

But come to think of it, Percy is short for Harvin’s middle name Percival. Is it too much to hope that this fortuitous coincidence is a harbinger of the outcome of not just Saturday’s game, but indeed of the Feb. 2 Super Bowl? Remember, the original Percival was a member of King Arthur’s legendary Knights of the Round Table, and it was he who originally sought the Holy Grail.

On the other hand, Sir Percival came up short in his quest for the grail, didn’t he? He forgot to ask the right question or something. Perhaps he dropped the ball on a crucial fourth down, but anyway, everything turned out badly in the end, which is not unlike some other storied moments in Seahawk history such as quarterback Matt Hasselbeck’s fabled OT hubris in a 2003 wildcard game against Green Bay when he declared, “We want the ball... and we’re going to score” moments before throwing a game-losing interception to Packer cornerback Al Harris. (You can join me in crying about that one here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaJZwYPe7Cc)

So yeah, if the Seahawks really did get past New Orleans as the oddsmakers were predicting, I will be doing my happy dance for the next week, but with one eye looking over my shoulder at either the Carolina Panthers or the dreaded San Francisco 49ers, both of which are capable of ending the Seahawks’ fairy-tale season one game short of a fairy-tale ending.

Man, they say politics ain’t beanbag, but politics has got absolutely nothin’ on football for cruelty. The last (I mean the only) time the Seahawks were in the Super Bowl, they had the chance for victory robbed from them by poor officiating. Yeah, that’s sour grapes, but what do you expect me to say? That I’m glad they lost? Not gonna happen.

But one thing’s for sure. I’ll be glad when the season is over — well, unless it ended for the Seahawks yesterday, and, please, don’t tell me if it did! I’d rather just continue to live in the fantasy stage of beautiful pre-game Friday. Go, Hawks!