By Gregg Bell / The Bulletin
August 1, 2010
RENTON, Wash. — Pete Carroll’s fists were pumping to the blaring rap of Jay-Z.
He was clapping, smiling and running with the thumping music and through the morning fog. He led his Seahawks in bounding joyfully over blocking pads, as defensive players whooped it up behind him.
He threw passes to....