Thanksgiving time means it is football time. Excitement at an all time high for the Detroit Lions’ game! They are finally a legitimate football team! Oh wait they still got crushed. Three football games on at Thanksgiving ensures that nothing else will be watched during the entire day. Who is up early enough to watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade anyway? Millions you tell me? Yea well I don’t know any of them so it doesn’t count.
Thanksgiving time also brings out one of the longest standing traditions in the history of the world. A good old fashioned turkey bowl. A gathering of family and friends to toss the pigskin around to ensure that everyone has gotten their once-a-year workout in.
Whether it has rained the day before, or hasn’t rained in months, the field that you play on is guaranteed to be muddy, I don’t know why, I don’t know how, I’m no scientist. It just happens. This is obviously muddy guy’s time to shine. There’s always that one guy that gets astronomically muddier than everyone else, but hey I’m no hater. That guy was almost me this year. First pass of the game, my gazelle legs in full effect, screaming down the field for a Hail Mary, the crowd already on its feet, and I make a miraculous catch (obviously), take one step, and immediately slip on the slick mud. Simultaneously an awesome and horrible start.
Fortunately due to good ole Global Warming, it was 85 and not a cloud in the sky so conditions were great out. So another game and another Thanksgiving in the books, alls I can say is that it was another helluva break, can’t wait for next year. Now, tune in those radios to the holiday stations and bring on jolly old Saint Nick.