Seattle rode its top-ranked defense to the title, throttling Peyton Manning and the world's greatest offense. In fact, the defense alone outscored Denver as a team, 9-8.
Malcolm Smith, who was named the MVP of the contest, ran back an interception for a touchdown and also recovered a fumble. Smith was only the third linebacker ever named MVP of the Super Bowl.
The offense did its part, too, with Russell Wilson throwing for a pair of touchdowns. Percy Harvin, playing in only his third game all season, returned a kickoff 87 yards for a touchdown to begin the second half along with rushing for 45 yards. Doug Baldwin and Jermaine Kearse each scored a touchdown and had 66 and 65 yards respectively.
Over at Field Gulls, Jacson Bevens wrote about the amazing feeling it is for your team to win a Super Bowl:
This Super Bowl is what I imagine Heaven must be like: the Seattle Seahawks drubbing the shit out of a legendary team while Bruno Mars delivers
pelvicvocal sex in the background for all eternity. Seattle's defense played like like mafia hit-men, the offense played like their getaway driver. Every single yard the Broncos gained came at a premium; a price paid for in contusions that will take weeks to fade without the solace of a championship to ease the pain. Even when Seattle was up by a vulgar 36 points, the defense brought the battering ram like they were attacking a medieval fortress.