Ahh Seattle. No matter how hard I try, I can’t think of that town without seeing this “Family Guy” moment in my head. The grunge days just won’t die. Somedays I still put on my flannel and torn up jeans, and I try to decipher whether something was a box or a bag. and I know, and I know I don’t wanna stay in this Heart Shaped Box with this Rooster while the Black Hole Sun shines on me in my Wicked Garden.
Anyways, grunge wasn’t even a thing when the Lions played the Seahawks for the first time in October of 1976.