The Seahawks were like a well coordinated pack of wolves, and anyone who had the ball on the opposing team was the wounded deer they were hunting. They moved so fast, and their defense was so aggressive it was practically offense. It was amazing to watch. And when they got the ball? ******** cheetahs. Just zoom, gone. I don't think the Broncos could have won even if they did have their act together. It was a freakin' massacre. At 22, I thought it was down to a mercy killing. 43? Turned into pure blood sport. They kept playing ball until the very end. It was like the Broncs gave up after the first quarter. I'm used to superbowls being like a gladiator match. Two strong forces pitted against each other to find the better warrior. But this? This one was full on predator vs prey.