But when he spoke, that great voice of his poured out of his chest in words like the snowflakes of winter, and then no other mortal could in debate contend with Odysseus. Nor did we care any longer how he looked.

I can't really articulate what I feel,

I'm not very articulate.

I could just tell he was sharp, articulate ... very personable and charming.

Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment?

It's hard to articulate. It's a feeling now that things are just different than they have been here in the past. I know that a lot of us have taken pride in being a Seahawk and taken pride in our job and what we do. But it's a little bit different now.