The harshest moments were usually around 5 a.m. Mondays at an airport gate. Reporters, photographers and TV guys who made the cross-country flight to cover a Seahawks road game Sunday would shuffle up to one another, grunt, grumble and slump into a lounge seat that hadn’t been cleaned of kid goo from the night before.
In the haze of fatigue and airport hash browns, the realization often settled in that most of three work days had been given over to coverage of a single football game. Granted, the job beat, say, sorting the Seahawks’ post-game laundry hampers.
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