Except given what the Seahawks accomplished last season, and how they accomplished it, the creatively striking uniforms completely work for Seattle. They're unorthodox, sure, but they're appropriate for that team, for this era.
The Seahawks are brash. They're new. They're forward-thinking. They're young. They're hip. They've got Russell Wilson running the read-option and Richard Sherman patrolling the secondary and backing up his incessant trash talking. They've got the energetic Pete Carroll on the sideline and a front office unafraid of taking risks.
Seattle has swagger and attitude and talent, so it's appropriate that the sharp, block numbers on the players' jerseys are outlined in lime green. The Seahawks have a formidable advantage playing in super loud CenturyLink Field -- they went undefeated there last season -- so it's fitting that their uniforms have 12 feathers on the pant leg, an appreciation of the 12th Man. The color scheme is a nod to the Pacific Northwest wilderness and the design a nod to coastal American Indian art. It works.
Seattle checks in at No. 22 because of all the neon trim. Philadelphia is No. 10, even though that franchise should scrap the midnight green and go back to its roots and wear Kelly green, which would be wildly popular in a city in which tradition matters. Tampa Bay is No. 11, even though one of its colors is pewter. Miami and its new-look uniforms are No. 18, even though there's a tramp stamp on the back of the pants.
Seattle is a franchise still looking to make history, still trying to break through and win a Super Bowl. It is a franchise hoping its future will be brighter than its past, which is why its uniforms are appropriate. The Seahawks are less about the past and more about the now.
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