UPDATE: PERMISSION SLIPS SIGNED. BAD DECISIONS CONFIRMED.

I am no longer going to the Super Bowl alone, because the universe decided this needed witnesses.

I’m going with a lifelong Seahawks fan from the PNW, my brother from another, Won Choi (known him since 2014, which is long enough to confirm this fandom is a personality trait, not a phase).

He got his permission slip signed by his wife. Laminated? Unknown. Approved? Yes. I was the best man at their wedding, so technically this trip counts as ongoing marital support.

They have a one-year-old child, and instead of a reasonable celebration like cake or sleep, we’re honoring this milestone by flying to the Super Bowl to scream ourselves hoarse while Bad Bunny does the halftime show like a cultural reset.

Some men celebrate fatherhood with reflection.

We celebrate with airline points and emotional instability.

This GoFundMe is now officially backing:

One single 41-year-old Seahawks fan with no dependents and nothing to lose...

One married, lifelong Seahawks fan on federally approved Dad Leave

One sainted wife who said “fine, go”

One toddler who will one day hear this story and immediately lose respect for us

Your donations are fueling:

❌ Responsibility

✅ Brotherhood

✅ Core trauma bonding

✅ Seahawks noise pollution

✅ Bad Bunny from inside the stadium, where God intended

Thank you for enabling two grown men to make memories instead of good choices — in my neck of the woods.

No refunds. No regrets.

GO HAWKS.