THE CHEAP SEATS with STEVE CAMERON: What was the Seahawks' worst moment Sunday? Take your pick

Let’s have a Seahawks quiz, shall we? 

This from public demand, by the way. 

Just in the hours since the bedraggled Hawks wandered off the Lumen Field turf after getting flogged 31-10 by Buffalo, there have been questions. 

And more questions. 

So, we need a quiz, reaching out for the most ridiculous, embarrassing event of Sunday’s rout. 

Which tape most needs to be burned: 

The punch-out between defensive tackle Jarran Reed and linebacker Derick Hall. (Note to Hall: Reed is a convicted felon who has domestic abuse on his resume. Just saying.)  Hall, by the way, at least was willing to take out his heat on both teams — checking in with a roughing-the-passer penalty later in this all-day alley fight.  

The taunting penalty against quarterback Geno Smith. I mean, QBs only have so much time for conversation with that green dot on the helmet. You don’t have to read “Bambi” to the crowd, but taunting? Which brings up another issue: Who in the world would you dare TAUNT when you and your gang are performing like a white-hot tire fire? 

Take your pick on center Connor Williams. How about the snap he fired way, WAY over Smith’s head on the Buffalo 2-yard line?  Or the fact that he tripped Smith on fourth-and-1 at the Bills’ 1. 

Those are worthwhile entries, no? 

IT WAS awful, just garbage-dump awful. 

But you probably don’t need me to tell you that. Some numbers do the job pretty well. 

For instance, the running game that the Hawks — and offensive coordinator Ryan Grubb — really believed was coming to life. 

Not so much. 

The Hawks “gashed” Buffalo for 32 yards on 17 carries, about what you could gain running the “tush push” on every play. 

You’ve already heard enough to know that the Seahawks were undisciplined and out of control — and this was WITHOUT any contribution from the injured DK Metcalf. 

But anyhow, on the discipline front, Seattle was flagged for 11 penalties worth 82 yards.

“It gets out of hand when you’re doing the things we did today where we didn’t help ourselves as well,” coach Mike Macdonald said.  

“It’s a laundry list of things. We could go line item by line item if you want.” 

Good grief. 

Let’s not. 

Macdonald was right about one critical item, though. 

This mess wasn’t about one or two guys, not about either side of the ball, not a sudden explosion after one play or one series. 

It started like a train wreck, and there was nothing left after that but the sound of the collision. 

Oh, and counting the beat-up survivors. 

LET’S GO back a minute, to that summary from Macdonald. 

You’ll recall that the Seahawks didn’t exactly have reputations as choir boys under Pete Carroll. 

Yes, they fought with each other and with any opponent who wanted a bit of the action. 

After this fiasco with the Bills — a team the Hawks likely couldn’t beat under any circumstances — I started to wonder if Macdonald is slowly building another team with a “bad boy” reputation. 

Coach Mac’s defense at Baltimore didn’t exactly ask for addresses to send out Christmas cards. 

Maybe SOME of Sunday’s hit-the-ref-with-a-chair craziness was Macdonald leading his crew in the first few verses of “Who Let the Dogs Out?” 

Now, the Hawks have to win — and eventually win big — to make any reputation worthwhile. 

You can’t carry brass knuckles to the brawl and get slapped around by a couple of nerds on their break from physics class. 

It’s all got to fit. 

GM John Schneider knows that better than anyone. 

At the end of the day, he and Macdonald are charged with developing a helluva football team. 

Perhaps Sunday was just a weird outlier, the result of the Hawks not being in the top weight class just yet — but still want some of the action. 

Let’s hope that’s the plan. 

And that they aren’t all just nuts. 

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Steve Cameron’s “Cheap Seats” columns appear in The Press four times each week, normally Tuesday through Friday unless, you know, stuff happens. 

Steve suggests you take his opinions in the spirit of a Jimmy Buffett song: “Breathe In, Breathe Out, Move On.”