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Seahawks can’t get too chippy

Wednesday: It’s been hot out there this week. Hot weather does mean baseball, sure. But it also means the Seahawks are getting ready for next season. I’ve been trying to keep up with all things football-related coming out of  their OTAs the past couple of weeks – and by that I mean all the stuff not related to Russell Wilson’s contract.

I’m especially interested in the disposition of the offensive line, where the Hawks seem to be using the shotgun approach – throw a bunch of guys into spots and see who sticks. I’m not sure we will know who is protecting Wilson and opening holes for Marshawn Lynch until just before the opening game. Not optimal, sure, but what the Hawks have to do considering how much money they spend on defense.

One of those defensive guys who has cashed in, Richard Sherman,  spoke about his injured arm and  what he said – or maybe  it was the way he said it – has me a little concerned.

Sherman didn’t have surgery after  hurting his elbow in the NFC championship, opting instead to rehabilitate the injury. He’s healing but it’s still not 100 percent yet.  That hasn’t stopped him, and the rest of the Legion of Boom that is available, from woofing with Jimmy Graham during practice.

There seems to be a bit of a rivalry there, which can be a good thing as long as it remains a rivalry and not a chasm. We’ve all seen football teams split between offense and defense when one side of the ball is performing well and the other is struggling.

Of course, if the past is any indication, Graham will perform and the Hawks will continue to give each other pretend grief. The latter half of that formula has worked well for Pete Carroll’s team the past couple years.

Tuesday: Understatement alert:  It was hot yesterday around these parts. The official high was 96, though it was in the triple digits in a lot of towns not too far from here. Which made last night all that more surreal.

The NHL finals are going on. Guys playing ice hockey in Chicago while the grass outside bakes to a crisp. It’s hard to put those two things together.

I don’t believe there is a sport in which the playoff version is so much better than the regular-season version, though that could be just me. I watch during December and it seems a bit dull. I watch in June, with the air conditioning going full blast, and it seems fast and furious. Maybe the sport really was designed for this time of year.