But Wilson wants you to know that everything is love. That’s what he is about. “The only responsibility on my shoulders is to try to love unconditionally and try to share that and to try to make the world a better place,” he says. “By serving and giving back to others. I think that’s really the opportunity that God is giving me.”
BEFORE THE GAME OF ROOFTOP CATCH, Wilson and I meet for breakfast at the Hotel Theodore in downtown Seattle. It’s already midmorning for Wilson because he’s an early riser who gets up at 5 or 5:30, works out for two hours, has family time, then works on one of his side businesses.
The breakfast itself is something of a charade. Wilson’s meal has already been specially prepared beforehand. A plastic container with coconut yogurt is placed in front of him, to accommodate his low-carb, high-protein, dairy-free, gluten-free diet. Nonetheless, a severely starstruck waitress appears and, seemingly awed to be in Wilson’s presence, proceeds to describe the menu in excruciating detail, down to the mascarpone whipped into the eggs. She goes on for almost four minutes, and it becomes painful to watch.
“You’re selling me hard here, I like that,” says Wilson good-naturedly, appeasing the waitress by ordering a side of bacon.
After she leaves, we wait a beat. He smiles.
“Wow,” I say. “Is it like this everywhere you go?”
“Yes,” he says, and chuckles.
In Seattle, Wilson is the people’s king. Ever since coming home with the Super Bowl ring in 2014, he can do no wrong in the Emerald City. And he adores the city in return. “I love the vision of Seattle,” he says. “The vision of business, success, newness. Of new start-ups and new ideas. I love the actual literal view of Seattle. Like the vision when you fly in, how beautiful it is.”