Seahawks Fan Goes to University of Washington
Mic was a strong willed, independent and ambitious young athlete. Since he was two years old his parents noticed a definite stubborn streak in their child and watched as he instantly climbed furniture, counters and other miscellaneous dangers items before he was one year old. They both ended up getting into better shape than they imagined they would simply by chasing him around. They were also terrified of what would happen when he hit his terrible twos. Oddly, Mic sailed through them with ease. He never seemed to want to rebel but simply follow his own path, which was always in motion. Of course it isn’t called rebellion in two year olds, usually, it’s a time of early identity development and a period of time when babies are figuring out they are separate from other people, animals and objects. However, with Mic it really seemed to his parents that he was born with a self knowledge and conflict only occurred when it got in the way of his movement.
It may be obvious at this point that Mic’s interests veered more toward running than other sports, which is true and he certainly loved track. However, he also enjoyed applying his speed and agility to the football field and frequently played in the position of running back during his Pop Warner days. Throughout high school he had an equal passion for track running and football, though he was noticeably small for a football player. For this reason one of his coaches and also his parents recommended he apply for track and field scholarships.
Mic thought about this for some time but finally decided he would apply to three schools, though he absolutely wanted to go to University of Washington. By this time his true ambitions had solidified and he had every intention of someday playing for the Seattle Seahawks. It was natural to him he would want to stay in his hometown and play for the Huskies prior to his professional career. Mic thought about all of the hotels Seattle that would be full of football fans and wondered how many of them would be there to watch him play. That was the single fantasy of glory he indulged in. At all other times he was genuinely passionate about the sport and his favorite team.