Sam the Seahawk?

Nothing more than idle speculation, but would any team seem more suited to a guy like Sam Bradford than the Seattle Seahawks? Not that I know much about him, but if Bradford's renowned accuracy suits him for the West Coast Offense, and, as has been reported, he's less than passionate about the NFL and its lore, perhaps he'd fit in best out of the limelight up in the Pacific Northwest. A cool customer such as the former Sooners quarterback could become a rather apt face for a franchise buried in the coffee-drinking, socially conscious hipness of a city that chose to wave goodbye to its NBA franchise rather than bankroll a new stadium on the public dime.

It's worth noting that among the other franchises which may be in position to draft Bradford come April, St. Louis seems too near Bradford's college haunt in Norman, Oklahoma to allow a local boy to outlive his Heisman fame, and I shudder to think of the political dialogue Daniel Snyder would force on Redskins fans by drafting a quarterback with a conspicuous Native American heritage. Of course, Mike Holmgren's installment as Browns President could result in the adoption of a West Coast Offense in Cleveland, but should the Browns be permitted to destroy the youth of another heralded curly-locked hero? Wouldn't Gustav Aschenbach rise from his fictional grave and protest? And shouldn't Cleveland have a quarterback with a little more rock 'n' roll in his veins?

As it regards football, the Seahawks have a proven veteran in Matt Hasselbeck behind whom Bradford could sit while he bulks up and works on taking snaps from under center. In my opinion, as a refuge for the last dalliances of a delicate but auspicious youth, Bradford could do worse than Seattle.