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The night the Seahawks turned the Super Bowl dark
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Super Bowl 60 didn’t explode. It suffocated.
Under the lights at Levi’s Stadium, with the world bracing for fireworks, the Seattle Seahawks delivered something far colder and far more ruthless: silence. Long, uncomfortable silence. The kind that creeps in when an offense has nowhere to go and a defense knows it owns the night.
By the time the confetti fell, Seattle had strangled the New England Patriots 29-13, claiming their second Lombardi Trophy in a Super Bowl that felt less like a shootout and more like a slow, inevitable shutdown.
This was not a game hijacked by a quarterback or hijinks. This was Seattle imposing its will, snap by snap, hit by hit, until resistance disappeared.
DEFENSE AS A STATEMENT, NOT A STRATEGY
From the opening drive, it was clear this wasn’t about reacting. The Seahawks weren’t waiting to see what Drake Maye would do. They decided what he wouldn’t do.
Throw? Six sacks said no.
Set his feet? Pressure arrived instantly.
Settle in? Two interceptions made sure that never happened.
Maye spent the night under siege, hunted by waves of blue and green jerseys that closed space faster than his receivers could separate. By the end of the third quarter, New England’s offense had produced more frustration than yardage, and the scoreboard still read 19-0 without Seattle even finding the end zone yet.
It was domination without glamour. Relentless without mercy.
WINNING WITHOUT FLASH & LOVING IT
Seattle’s offense didn’t chase headlines. It didn’t need to.
Jason Myers quietly rewrote the Super Bowl record book, drilling five field goals, each one another reminder that points don’t have to be pretty to be permanent. Kenneth Walker III punished gaps and drained the clock, piling up 135 rushing yards and earning Super Bowl MVP honors by simply refusing to be tackled.
Sam Darnold didn’t force the moment — he respected it. When the opening came late in the third quarter, he delivered calmly, finding tight end AJ Barner after a forced fumble set the stage. The dam finally cracked. The flood followed.
A FLICKER, THEN THE FINISH
New England briefly teased a comeback when Mack Hollins slipped free for a 35-yard touchdown, but hope didn’t survive long in this building.
The Seahawks smelled it.
Another interception. Then another, the second returned all the way for a touchdown, slammed the door so hard it echoed across the league. Seattle didn’t celebrate early. They just kept hitting until there was nothing left to hit.
MORE THAN REVENGE: A NEW IDENTITY SEALED
This win wasn’t just about avenging a Super Bowl loss from a decade ago. It was about confirmation.
A young head coach calling his own defensive plays. A quarterback many had written off. A roster that trusted violence, discipline, and belief more than hype. Seattle didn’t sneak up on anyone anymore – they announced themselves.
While Bad Bunny made history at halftime, the Seahawks made something else unforgettable: proof that defense can still rule the sport’s biggest stage.
No chaos.
No debate.
Just control.
Super Bowl 60 didn’t belong to the loudest stars.
It belonged to the team that turned the lights out and never turned them back on.
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