I love game day. Especially when the Seahawks play in the afternoon. The whole feeling of waking up, going through the morning routine, and then settling in for three hours of RedZone while my anxiety slowly and insidiously builds in my intestines is an experience unique to NFL fandom. This game in particular, as I had the Dallas Cowboys pegged as one of the shortlist contenders for the NFC crown this season. Most of the scuttlebutt regarding this one centered around the assumption that there would be a metric shit-ton of offense and I, for one, was all for it.