I know I shouldn't complain. We and I had a hell of a season. But...[caption id="attachment_2586" align="aligncenter" width="480"] Win McNamee / Getty Images[/caption] I know I shouldn't complain. We and I had a hell of a season. But... Ok, let me take a step back. By "we" I mean both the Seahawks family and my own family. Everyone knows that the 'Hawks wildly overachieved this season. Fewer know that I won our fantasy league and my wife came third. Yes, the parallels between her and Russell Wilson (both rookies that stunned the experts to lead an over-achieving team into the playoffs where it ended in a heart-breaking loss) are striking. Fewer still know that I managed to finish second in a Mock Hilton contest online through Bettorsworld as the only foreigner among 66 degenerates who picked five games a week against the spread. (It's a scaled-down version of the Hilton SuperContest, where the winner this year collected $447K.) Like I said, a hell of a season. But... BUT, what if the Seahawks hadn't blown all those fourth quarter leads this year? This has flown under the radar, but while the 'Hawks defence helped me win my fantasy league (along with AP and Tom Brady), they choked away four wins against inferior teams. They let Kevin Kolb enter the game and lead the NFL equivalent of the Washington Generals to a comeback win in Phoenix, possibly the most anti-intimidating place for an away team to play. They gave away late leads to Miami and Detroit, and most recently allowed the fraudulent Falcons to march 40 yards in 30 sec by employing the ever-successful '20-yard-defensive-buffer' scheme on the Atlanta receivers. Dammit, we had a chance to change that ridiculous nickname to what it should be - "Matty Melt"! If Seattle had won just one of those regular season games, they would have grabbed a bye and a home game last week, and we all know how they play there. Instead, the Hawks' pass D became Manti Te'o's girlfriend in the last two minutes of each game. By the way, I lived in Seattle for several years and feel somewhat authorised to comment. Is there a less-likely city that can provide such a raucous, impacting home crowd atmosphere? Seattlites are latte-sipping, environmentally-aware, hipster lefties. But put 60,000 of them into a downtown stadium, fill them with $9 Red Hook ales (hey, Microsoft employees can afford it), raise the 12th Man flag and watch out. I don't know of any other stadium with an official scoreboard that tracks opponent's false start penalties. Shouldn't places like Philly, Detroit and Cleveland be far more intimidating? It's like when Adam Carolla heard that an angry mob gathered during the Egyptian uprising. He replied: "I'm pretty sure they were already angry." BUT, what if Gronk hadn't broken his arm on a meaningless extra point a couple of months ago? My wife's juggernaut fantasy team was in first place and she dared talk about side bets for a championship showdown between the two of us (yes, I can assure you that before she could finish the sentence, I plugged my ears and screamed "SHADDAP! SHADDAP!" like I do when I hear Richie Benaud being forced to plug Two and a Half Men during the cricket). She had to replace him with Brandon Myers, resulting in a close loss in the conference championship and a video of her reaction that has a 98-100% chance of divorce if posted here. BUT, what if I had made just one different pick in the Mock Hilton contest? I ended up coming second by half a point, two full points clear of third. I steadfastly refused to believe in the Broncos all year, thinking that it might be dangerous to bet on a QB who can throw the ball slightly further downfield than my 15-month-old son. I disregarded the axiom that you should never pick NFC East teams because they are maddeningly inconsistent. I even stopped believing in the Cardinals about three weeks too late - do you even remember that they started out 4-0? Yes, I sound like Lara Bingle moaning about paparazzi after appearing in a reality show. I am aware that it could be far worse, like having Tony Romo or Carson Palmer as my team's QB. I could have drafted Gronk in the first round of our fantasy draft (sorry, sweetheart) or I could be a huge Chiefs/Eagles/Lions fan and bet with my heart instead of my head. Just allow me to mourn the passing of another season. My beloved Hawks are done. Fantasy football is over. I don't have any affection for any of the remaining teams. There isn't even a reason for me to watch the games this weekend. Wait, you mean the Ravens are getting 9.5 points against the Pats? I'm BACK, baby!